pinche juan no te salvo!!!
oh my fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking shit.
i'm gonna kill juan.
but since i can't do that...
i'm gonna tear mickey mouse's head off and feed it to lulu.
but damn, i can't do that either.
he has my minnie mouse.
dammit.
okay. yesterday i get a message on myspace.
well, two.
from him.
at fist my heart flutters and i get excited because...
well, it's juan. duh.
so anyway. i read the first one and it says:
"alot of shit cleared up
but in the end i thank you
ha."
what???????? yeah, that's what i was thinking too!!!
and then the next one said:
"bye"
plain and simple.
so i write him back and i say:
"what do you mean bye? what are you talking about?"
and then i go and i notice that i have one less friend.
and i'm thinking.
not again. oh my fucking shit. what the fuck?
so i look and guess who's not my friend anymore.
and i'm starting to get very angry.
so i look and see that he read it.
but just didn't reply.
oh my fucking asshole.
so i'm angry. yelling at the computer screen.
and decide...FUCK YOU, JUAN!!!!
so i send him a message that said:
"you know what...don't give me shit. because i have no fucking idea what you are talking about. but i comes down to the fact that you don't know shit about me. and it's funny because in your head you think you really do. but whatever. and don't try and say bye now because you ended this a long time ago, right?"
i wanted to say fuck you fuck you fuck you.
but i didn't.
but dammit. what the fuck is his problem.
and you know what i hate.
the fact that he gets pissed if i don't tell him exactly what's going on.
if i beat around the bush [like he so greatly does ALL THE TIME].
but he is never straight out with me.
and it pisses me the fuck off.
dammit, juan, grow some goddamn balls. be a man. tell me what the fuck is going on. don't be a pussy and hide behind your fucking myspace bullshit.
but now it comes down to...
i have micky mouse.
he has minnie mouse.
and we need to trade.
in may.
when we go to oxnard.
me and my girls [my posse] are gonna take a trip south.
and he's giving me my minnie back.
no excuses this time.
no bullshit.
and when he's standing in front of me.
and my stomach is at my feet.
and my heart is in my throat.
i'm gonna stand up tall.
brave.
and ask him.
demand he tell me...
"what happened? don't do this bullshit you do. and say [alot of shit cleared up]. what shit? you know you'd get fucking pissed if i told you that. so why do you do it to me? and you're not running away from me now. tell me. there's no hiding behind your computer. behind myspace. what cleared up?"
and he'll tell me.
i'll probably laugh.
try and explain myself.
stare him straight in the eye.
give him a hurt look.
stare him down until he realizes all these feelings that i have inside for him.
and tell him that i'm too good for him.
he doesn't deserve me.
i'll touch his face.
for a second.
smile proudly.
and walk away.
<3
[one more thing. what gets me the most and i just realized this morning. it hit me like a fucking brick.
he still has feelings for me. obviously. to be so bothered about something....right?]
asshole.
i'm gonna kill juan.
but since i can't do that...
i'm gonna tear mickey mouse's head off and feed it to lulu.
but damn, i can't do that either.
he has my minnie mouse.
dammit.
okay. yesterday i get a message on myspace.
well, two.
from him.
at fist my heart flutters and i get excited because...
well, it's juan. duh.
so anyway. i read the first one and it says:
"alot of shit cleared up
but in the end i thank you
ha."
what???????? yeah, that's what i was thinking too!!!
and then the next one said:
"bye"
plain and simple.
so i write him back and i say:
"what do you mean bye? what are you talking about?"
and then i go and i notice that i have one less friend.
and i'm thinking.
not again. oh my fucking shit. what the fuck?
so i look and guess who's not my friend anymore.
and i'm starting to get very angry.
so i look and see that he read it.
but just didn't reply.
oh my fucking asshole.
so i'm angry. yelling at the computer screen.
and decide...FUCK YOU, JUAN!!!!
so i send him a message that said:
"you know what...don't give me shit. because i have no fucking idea what you are talking about. but i comes down to the fact that you don't know shit about me. and it's funny because in your head you think you really do. but whatever. and don't try and say bye now because you ended this a long time ago, right?"
i wanted to say fuck you fuck you fuck you.
but i didn't.
but dammit. what the fuck is his problem.
and you know what i hate.
the fact that he gets pissed if i don't tell him exactly what's going on.
if i beat around the bush [like he so greatly does ALL THE TIME].
but he is never straight out with me.
and it pisses me the fuck off.
dammit, juan, grow some goddamn balls. be a man. tell me what the fuck is going on. don't be a pussy and hide behind your fucking myspace bullshit.
but now it comes down to...
i have micky mouse.
he has minnie mouse.
and we need to trade.
in may.
when we go to oxnard.
me and my girls [my posse] are gonna take a trip south.
and he's giving me my minnie back.
no excuses this time.
no bullshit.
and when he's standing in front of me.
and my stomach is at my feet.
and my heart is in my throat.
i'm gonna stand up tall.
brave.
and ask him.
demand he tell me...
"what happened? don't do this bullshit you do. and say [alot of shit cleared up]. what shit? you know you'd get fucking pissed if i told you that. so why do you do it to me? and you're not running away from me now. tell me. there's no hiding behind your computer. behind myspace. what cleared up?"
and he'll tell me.
i'll probably laugh.
try and explain myself.
stare him straight in the eye.
give him a hurt look.
stare him down until he realizes all these feelings that i have inside for him.
and tell him that i'm too good for him.
he doesn't deserve me.
i'll touch his face.
for a second.
smile proudly.
and walk away.
<3
[one more thing. what gets me the most and i just realized this morning. it hit me like a fucking brick.
he still has feelings for me. obviously. to be so bothered about something....right?]
asshole.