Rot in Hell!
To all the damn bastards (all 60+ of you, the majority of whom aren't even on LJ) who didn't think I was good enough or worth it enough to make the small effort to attend my 21st Birthday...
here is a big
FUCK YOU!
I hope you rot in the firey depths of Hell.
I just want you to know that I really enjoyed wasting the $200 I paid to hire the gorgeous room at my favourite venue, Ruby's Lounge. And I really enjoyed watching the TWO great bands, Artinem and Kilmary, set up their equipment and play to an empty room. I also really enjoyed watching how disappointed my Mum was after the huge effort she put in making a birthday cake for me in the shape of a 21. And to top it off, I also extremely enjoyed crying in the toilets because so few people turned up (I could literally count their names on my fingers), and the small few who did weren't drinking anyway, so I'm not sure if I was more embarressed about being the only one who was drunk, or if I was drunk because I felt like the only person attending my own birthday party, or if it was a bit of both.
For future reference, IOU one tragically ruined birthday party.
And not just any party, one of your really big ones, like your 18th, or 21st, or 30th or 50th (or maybe even your wedding if I'm feeling really mean). One that you spent a lot of money on and a hell of a lot of effort to organise. One that you were really looking forward to. One that you really thought would rock on to the early hours of the morning.
In case you are wondering, its not normal for me to post at 3.30am.
I am extremely drunk, extremely upset, and extremely pissed off.
If I were a true emo (not your fake-arse fashion emo-kid), I would be attempting suicide right now (and sadly not for the first time either).
But instead I am trying to stay strong. For those of you who trulyt know me, will know I have enough scars on my body, I don't need any more.
Instead I am going to cut my ties with those so-called friends. There is no point in a one-way friendship.
I would rather be a loner than believe in false friendships.
Once again, fuck you all.
Sincerely yours, drunk and depressed Laura.
here is a big
FUCK YOU!
I hope you rot in the firey depths of Hell.
I just want you to know that I really enjoyed wasting the $200 I paid to hire the gorgeous room at my favourite venue, Ruby's Lounge. And I really enjoyed watching the TWO great bands, Artinem and Kilmary, set up their equipment and play to an empty room. I also really enjoyed watching how disappointed my Mum was after the huge effort she put in making a birthday cake for me in the shape of a 21. And to top it off, I also extremely enjoyed crying in the toilets because so few people turned up (I could literally count their names on my fingers), and the small few who did weren't drinking anyway, so I'm not sure if I was more embarressed about being the only one who was drunk, or if I was drunk because I felt like the only person attending my own birthday party, or if it was a bit of both.
For future reference, IOU one tragically ruined birthday party.
And not just any party, one of your really big ones, like your 18th, or 21st, or 30th or 50th (or maybe even your wedding if I'm feeling really mean). One that you spent a lot of money on and a hell of a lot of effort to organise. One that you were really looking forward to. One that you really thought would rock on to the early hours of the morning.
In case you are wondering, its not normal for me to post at 3.30am.
I am extremely drunk, extremely upset, and extremely pissed off.
If I were a true emo (not your fake-arse fashion emo-kid), I would be attempting suicide right now (and sadly not for the first time either).
But instead I am trying to stay strong. For those of you who trulyt know me, will know I have enough scars on my body, I don't need any more.
Instead I am going to cut my ties with those so-called friends. There is no point in a one-way friendship.
I would rather be a loner than believe in false friendships.
Once again, fuck you all.
Sincerely yours, drunk and depressed Laura.