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Jun 01, 2006 23:26

I'm pissed. I need Eminem. Hold up.

Kay. There.

I'm not even going to bitch here, even though I have all the right to. You know it's disturbing how much like Andrew I feel. I just want to be like, "You know you get me so pissed but I know you'll read this and feel like a shithead, then that fucking screws me over."

You have no idea what it's like to be unable to vent in your own LJ like that. But fuck that. You want me to talk on the phone with you, you want all this shit from me. I know you got a job but you said it wasn't that bad so I believed you, I didn't press it, now come to find out this is some sort of repressed shit. What, you holding it against me that you have to listen to the radio all the time? Fine, whatever.

You know, you were bored. You wanted me to talk to you. So I did. And I don't care if you don't like Panic!, that's not what I'm fucking pissed at you for. Anyone ever tell you that it was rude to say you don't care when someone was telling you something? That's probably the whiniest shit I ever seen. ...God I said I wasn't going to rant. I'm on a fucking Em kick cause of you. Good going.

X PEACE.
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