GET THEM OFF ME GET THEM OFF MEE!!!
AAHHHH I CAN NOT FUCKING HANDLE THESE FUCKING BOYS!!! GET EM OFF MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
I just broke up with Robert yesterday, which is hard enough, but at the same time I've been trying to get this fucking kid who thinks he's fucking hot shit THE FUCK OFF ME!!! I'm a very nice person and I don't get irritated easily. But this kid. THIS KID MAKES ME WANT TO FUCKING KILL THINGS!!! I want to gouge his eyes out, cut off the skin on his repulsively fuzzy chin, pull off the bottom of his jaw AND STAB HIM IN THE FUCKING ABDOMEN WITH IT!!! I will use the conveniently sturdy and curved shape of said bone to rip out his intestines and stomp on them as the hit the floor, teeth breaking out of place and lodging themselves into his weak and pathetic flesh.
So I've been very, very icy with him lately. VERY very icy. I've been passing him by in the hallways, saying hi to everyone BUT him, I've been sarcastic, my tone towards him is simultaneously pissed off and condescending. WHY DOES HE NOT GET THE HINT?! Are you fucking serious?! He's even half-jokingly commented on how "Hanna is totally ignoring me today" or "you are not humoring me" or "well, you don't want to talk right now". This kid has the memory of a fucking GOLDFISH!!! And the conscious thought of one too!!
By the time I'm finished hollowing out his abdomen, he'll probably have fallen to the floor on his back. I will then find a way to stabilize his head so that I can better use the the forces of momentum, weight, and gravity to force the heel of my foot into his face, shattering that strangely triangular snout of his.
Thank god I had already gouged his eyes out, because he would otherwise still be looking at me with those daft, pathetic, oblivious, retarded-schmuck douchebag puppy eyes. Can't he take a fucking HINT?!
Ok, so this Friday I defriended him on facebook. HE STILL ACTED LIKE WE WERE FRIENDS IN SCHOOL TODAY! Ok, maybe he didn't notice. But I was a complete bitch to him today! I don't even loooook at hiiiimmm anymooooore and he STILL talks to me! He even WAITED for me to finish cleaning up in art class with Emme, even after we left him in the art room and RAN AWAY DOWN THE HALLS. He ran too. "Hey guys, why are you running?" WHY DO YOU THINK WE ARE, FUCKHEAD?
So yeah. HE CALLED ME today, just a couple minutes ago, TO ASK IF EVERYTHING WAS OK, BECAUSE I DEFRIENDED HIM ON FACEBOOK!!!!!
And this is why I hate myself too: I said oh, yeah, sorry, must've been a mistake, and I frantically mouthed to my sister Zoe, who promptly called my name, and I hung up before he could say anything else. AAAHHHH!!!
So I'm calling Emme and we'll figure some way out, hopefully. I will get over my being too nice (even though I've made a hell of a lot of really fucking bitchy progress) AND IT WILL END IN VICTORY MOST DELICIOUS!!!!! Preferably in public, so that he can't keep on ignoring my hatred, hoping that I'll grow to like his pathetic horny ass, without being made fun of by his guy friends.
At least he doesn't touch me anymore. He used to constantly poke me and wipe oil paints on my face like a fucking second grader with a hard on. He still tries to sit next to me in art class! Oh my god he will fucking die.
I just broke up with Robert yesterday, which is hard enough, but at the same time I've been trying to get this fucking kid who thinks he's fucking hot shit THE FUCK OFF ME!!! I'm a very nice person and I don't get irritated easily. But this kid. THIS KID MAKES ME WANT TO FUCKING KILL THINGS!!! I want to gouge his eyes out, cut off the skin on his repulsively fuzzy chin, pull off the bottom of his jaw AND STAB HIM IN THE FUCKING ABDOMEN WITH IT!!! I will use the conveniently sturdy and curved shape of said bone to rip out his intestines and stomp on them as the hit the floor, teeth breaking out of place and lodging themselves into his weak and pathetic flesh.
So I've been very, very icy with him lately. VERY very icy. I've been passing him by in the hallways, saying hi to everyone BUT him, I've been sarcastic, my tone towards him is simultaneously pissed off and condescending. WHY DOES HE NOT GET THE HINT?! Are you fucking serious?! He's even half-jokingly commented on how "Hanna is totally ignoring me today" or "you are not humoring me" or "well, you don't want to talk right now". This kid has the memory of a fucking GOLDFISH!!! And the conscious thought of one too!!
By the time I'm finished hollowing out his abdomen, he'll probably have fallen to the floor on his back. I will then find a way to stabilize his head so that I can better use the the forces of momentum, weight, and gravity to force the heel of my foot into his face, shattering that strangely triangular snout of his.
Thank god I had already gouged his eyes out, because he would otherwise still be looking at me with those daft, pathetic, oblivious, retarded-schmuck douchebag puppy eyes. Can't he take a fucking HINT?!
Ok, so this Friday I defriended him on facebook. HE STILL ACTED LIKE WE WERE FRIENDS IN SCHOOL TODAY! Ok, maybe he didn't notice. But I was a complete bitch to him today! I don't even loooook at hiiiimmm anymooooore and he STILL talks to me! He even WAITED for me to finish cleaning up in art class with Emme, even after we left him in the art room and RAN AWAY DOWN THE HALLS. He ran too. "Hey guys, why are you running?" WHY DO YOU THINK WE ARE, FUCKHEAD?
So yeah. HE CALLED ME today, just a couple minutes ago, TO ASK IF EVERYTHING WAS OK, BECAUSE I DEFRIENDED HIM ON FACEBOOK!!!!!
And this is why I hate myself too: I said oh, yeah, sorry, must've been a mistake, and I frantically mouthed to my sister Zoe, who promptly called my name, and I hung up before he could say anything else. AAAHHHH!!!
So I'm calling Emme and we'll figure some way out, hopefully. I will get over my being too nice (even though I've made a hell of a lot of really fucking bitchy progress) AND IT WILL END IN VICTORY MOST DELICIOUS!!!!! Preferably in public, so that he can't keep on ignoring my hatred, hoping that I'll grow to like his pathetic horny ass, without being made fun of by his guy friends.
At least he doesn't touch me anymore. He used to constantly poke me and wipe oil paints on my face like a fucking second grader with a hard on. He still tries to sit next to me in art class! Oh my god he will fucking die.