I'm not going back
I'm proud of myself. I told him off. I told him everything. Being under the influence makes you say shit. I'm going to be honest, the reason I wanted to get under the influence tonight was to actually be able to fully just come out and tell him off without any second thought. Well, I did have second thoughts, but my mind was telling me to go through with it.
Jessie's a bitch. She just tells me off like the house being dirty is my fault. Fuck her. Seriously. Shit, I don't get the recognition that I fucking deserve.
Dear Sunshine,
I hope you like that letter shit I wrote you. I hope you can stop being a fuck and we can talk again and be friends. And have everything good again.
Thanks
Jess is fucking pissing me off. I want people to see how fucking prude and shit I am. Fuck her. I need fun in my fucking life. Not that drinking is the way to go, but it brings a little bit of excitment once in a while. I know what I'm doing. Everyone just needs to calm the fuck down. Seriously. Too much shit for me in one fucking week. It's summer. I live my life fucking once. Chill the fuck out. At least I'm not doing that shit in a fucking park so I can go and fucking get raped.
She thinks she knows everything. And she's going to say shit to her friends and just be a lame ass about everything. She needs to shut the fuck up. I need some chill time. And this was the way for me to do it right now. So chill the fuck out.
I have work tomorrow. Tomorrow everything will be somewhat akward. People just need to put some fucking trust in me.
Fucking stress. Jesus Christ. What the fuck. I try. Fuck them. It's bed time.
Jessie's a bitch. She just tells me off like the house being dirty is my fault. Fuck her. Seriously. Shit, I don't get the recognition that I fucking deserve.
Dear Sunshine,
I hope you like that letter shit I wrote you. I hope you can stop being a fuck and we can talk again and be friends. And have everything good again.
Thanks
Jess is fucking pissing me off. I want people to see how fucking prude and shit I am. Fuck her. I need fun in my fucking life. Not that drinking is the way to go, but it brings a little bit of excitment once in a while. I know what I'm doing. Everyone just needs to calm the fuck down. Seriously. Too much shit for me in one fucking week. It's summer. I live my life fucking once. Chill the fuck out. At least I'm not doing that shit in a fucking park so I can go and fucking get raped.
She thinks she knows everything. And she's going to say shit to her friends and just be a lame ass about everything. She needs to shut the fuck up. I need some chill time. And this was the way for me to do it right now. So chill the fuck out.
I have work tomorrow. Tomorrow everything will be somewhat akward. People just need to put some fucking trust in me.
Fucking stress. Jesus Christ. What the fuck. I try. Fuck them. It's bed time.