Jul 06, 2008 17:23
I lied about my neck injury. I actually wore that neckbrace for 8 months just for show. I went under the knife twice for kicks. I befriended Shantelle (WHO IS PROBABLY THE MOST AMAZING PERSON I'VE EVER KNOWN AND WILL REMAIN TO BE THAT WAY) with betrayal. Did I put up a good front? Was I convincing?
I lie about my epilepsy. I've actually been able to drive all along. I just pretended to have spasms in which electrodes escape my body. I've been willingly pumping myself with meds while being fully aware of how it affects the rest of my body. It was cheaper for me to use others for transportation. I didn't feel like being entirely independent. Did I put up a good front? Was I convincing?
That is what I interpreted from the words that came out of your filthy mouth.
Fuck you.
Fuck you a million times.
Fuck you infinity.
Forever and ever and ever.
Fuck you.
...By the way, Shantelle makes you look like shit. Less than shit. She makes you look like vermin. Something vile. Bacteria. Flesh-eating, never-ending, and unfortunately always expanding. I'm ashamed to say that I put you in with the same league as her. I have never hated anybody in my 20 years of living. But now...oh now...I hate you.