You're not making this easy
So, today has been kind of bad. I had to babysit all day, which wasn't
terrible but I was in such a horrible mood. Mainly because of school.
I'm getting so sick of it that it's insanely hard for me to wake up in
the mornings. I just sit in the class all day and wait to go home. I
only talk to four main people. Ben. Nicky. Nesa and Katie. Nearly
everyone else can go fuck themselves.
One question. Do you know me? Do you know ANYTHING about me? Do you know Nesa? What about Ben. Do you know Ben? Do you HONESTLY know what we do after school? What we talk about it? What 'drugs' we take? What lies we create? No. You fucking don't. Stay the fuck out of my business. I have a crew. You talk shit about Nesa-you talk shit about me. Nesa is the type of friend that'll be there through think and thin. She's really the only thing I have in this town, minus Nicky and Ben. And given the fact that Joel and Liz are lightyears away(or so it seems). So. Back to the problem at hand. DO YOU FUCKING KNOW ANY OF US? Do you wanna talk shit? Alright. Do it. But you're wasting your breath because you are nothing but the fucking scum on the bottom of my motherfucking Chuck Taylor Converse shoes. So KISS MY WHITE FUCKING ASS. Do you not like what I'm doing with my life? Let's start with the keyword being MY life. MY cocksucking, mota doing, NONcracksmoking motherfucking life. Get out of it. The only reason you should be in my life and in my business is if 1) you are my good friend or 2) you are my family. Are you either? NEGATIVE. SO GET THE FUCK OUT.
And on the new news in Conemaugh Valley High. Ben fucked up. We all know that. Ben fucked up. I'm his good friend and I even admit that. Hell, he admits it. However, he realizes it-he's doing his time-and he got all you fuckers bonus points and you're still going to talk shit on him? Do you realize that that ass just got YOUR grade better and you're going to talk about him? Do you realize that that makes YOU look like the fucking dickhead? Just wondering if you(meaning mexicans, preppy bitches, backstabbers and two-faced whores) knew that.
On a better note. I love Joel.
In the fantastic fucking words of Foamy: "I hope you get hit by a fucking bus"
♥Sally
One question. Do you know me? Do you know ANYTHING about me? Do you know Nesa? What about Ben. Do you know Ben? Do you HONESTLY know what we do after school? What we talk about it? What 'drugs' we take? What lies we create? No. You fucking don't. Stay the fuck out of my business. I have a crew. You talk shit about Nesa-you talk shit about me. Nesa is the type of friend that'll be there through think and thin. She's really the only thing I have in this town, minus Nicky and Ben. And given the fact that Joel and Liz are lightyears away(or so it seems). So. Back to the problem at hand. DO YOU FUCKING KNOW ANY OF US? Do you wanna talk shit? Alright. Do it. But you're wasting your breath because you are nothing but the fucking scum on the bottom of my motherfucking Chuck Taylor Converse shoes. So KISS MY WHITE FUCKING ASS. Do you not like what I'm doing with my life? Let's start with the keyword being MY life. MY cocksucking, mota doing, NONcracksmoking motherfucking life. Get out of it. The only reason you should be in my life and in my business is if 1) you are my good friend or 2) you are my family. Are you either? NEGATIVE. SO GET THE FUCK OUT.
And on the new news in Conemaugh Valley High. Ben fucked up. We all know that. Ben fucked up. I'm his good friend and I even admit that. Hell, he admits it. However, he realizes it-he's doing his time-and he got all you fuckers bonus points and you're still going to talk shit on him? Do you realize that that ass just got YOUR grade better and you're going to talk about him? Do you realize that that makes YOU look like the fucking dickhead? Just wondering if you(meaning mexicans, preppy bitches, backstabbers and two-faced whores) knew that.
On a better note. I love Joel.
In the fantastic fucking words of Foamy: "I hope you get hit by a fucking bus"
♥Sally