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yeah well it's blatantly obvious that two people i held close to my heart tore me a new verbal asshole for the entirety of the past few months, especially now. every time he was crying his eyes out because he was too drunk or too fat or too wussy to get laid, which was basically all he ever spoke of, i was there for him and i listened and let him cry on my shoulder even though half the time it was just him being a little bitch. i had heard the same sob story every fucking week with ZERO change. and he calls ME a bitch (about 30 times in his entry.. couldn't think of a better word with all that alcohol in your blood, huh?), and he tells me i am a whore. as does she, repeatedly and in the most hilarious of ways (i still give them credit for their sense of humor, friend or no). i can see who has who's genitals in the other's mouth, eh? sure thing guys. whatever you say. im going to take an unoriginal insult that like to heart, especially one that i do not take personally from people like you.
i fucking trusted him just like he trusted me. i never betrayed that trust either. sure, i fucked up hardcore with her, and she wouldn't accept my apologies or allow me to be her friend. i also said some things that definately shouldn't have been said, but i tried to apologize. it hurts me that two people that i loved and admired couldn't accept my apologies, even when i realized how fucked up i had acted. she bitches to everyone who will lend an ear (as does he). but whatever, its not like my life is going to crash and burn because of those two. its not like they really kept contact with me in the past few months, and now i know why. so its in reality no skin off my ass, even though yes, they did mean a whole lot to me.
so they talked shit about me. i admit that during the time i was confused about the situation involving my friendship with her, i turned to him and said many things i shouldn't have said. i was angry, people say things they don't mean. the reason i turned to him was because he knew her better than i did and could help me figure out what the problem was, considering the immature little cunt had 'too much to do' and couldn't give me five seconds of her time to explain why she was ignoring me. oh, thats SO mature, i should look up to you on how to 'grow up'.
well, its no lie that they talked smack about me for weeks on end. hey, why not save yourselves the trouble and start a LETS HATE ASHLEY club. hey, maybe ill join too! and my oversized tits can get in for half price! you sad, pathetic, whiny morons.
im so angry i cant even think straight. and no, its not because of the pot, if you are busy reading this or chugging down more liquor to fill up your empty soul. oh my god, i smoked pot, im such a HORRIBLE PERSON! im sooo fucked up in the head! im such an evil person, smoking pot is the equivalent of rape and murder! right? frankly, my smoking was none of your fucking business and i only did it once or twice in front of you, and at least i had the fucking courtosey to ask if you cared. if you had said yes i would have respected that with no problem. at least more than you respect yourself, which is in my eyes a sorry pity. (oh, by the way, maybe that blonde bitch dissed you for weed because she found it more interesting than you.)
i guess this is just the average Rutgers mentality. sure, i did some things im not proud of, actually, a lot of things, but that's life and you have to learn what is right and wrong even if its the very hard way. i have seen and learned from my mistakes and hope to make next year a hell of a lot better than last. but ive made new friends, and in fact know some people who might be joining me at rutgers, so i have a lot to look forward to. i guess i just have to chalk this up to the mistakes ive made and the things ive done, learn from my actions and move on to bigger and better things. and no, that does not include dicks. LMAO!
whatever. those two sob-sacks can cry their eyes out about how fucking horrible their lives are, how much of a prick their significant other is, how they cant stop drinking to drown their sorrows or how their life in general is a trudge through a knee-deep shithole with all sorts of demons biting their asses the whole way out, but at least i dont have to hear it every week anymore.
and you tell me im immature. do yourselves a favor and reevaluate that statement, considering the fact that both of you posted very rude, humiliating, and IMMATURE posts tearing me apart. you made fun of my fucking tits, which never did a thing wrong to either of you lmao, you made fun of my hair, my friends, my personal habits, and my lifestyle. you took every cheap shot at me that you could, and you try to make it seem like you are so much more adult and mature and respectable than i. now to the cunt: i let go of the fact that you hate my guts and will never talk to me again, even though when you look back i never REALLY did anything so terribly horribly wrong to you to deserve this kind of treatment. sure, that night was completely fucked up on my part and i take full responsibility for what happened, even the polish dipshit's actions, but people are allotted their mistakes. you wouldn't cut me that slack, that one mistake, but even when you told me off i let it go. I LET IT FUCKING GO. i stopped caring and stopped TALKING SHIT ABOUT IT. it seems you, however, have not, which is sad and amusing simultaneously. you literally jumped at the chance to post a fucking LIVEJOURNAL ENTRY all about me and why im such a bad person. not once did i ever resort to that kind of mean, hurtful, shameful shit. (well, until now tee hee!) so fuck the both of you, you deplorable, disgusting, horrible excuses for human beings.
fuck off and faretheewell.
(p.s. this isn't directed at any of my true friends, so don't worry,.. they know who they are.)
i fucking trusted him just like he trusted me. i never betrayed that trust either. sure, i fucked up hardcore with her, and she wouldn't accept my apologies or allow me to be her friend. i also said some things that definately shouldn't have been said, but i tried to apologize. it hurts me that two people that i loved and admired couldn't accept my apologies, even when i realized how fucked up i had acted. she bitches to everyone who will lend an ear (as does he). but whatever, its not like my life is going to crash and burn because of those two. its not like they really kept contact with me in the past few months, and now i know why. so its in reality no skin off my ass, even though yes, they did mean a whole lot to me.
so they talked shit about me. i admit that during the time i was confused about the situation involving my friendship with her, i turned to him and said many things i shouldn't have said. i was angry, people say things they don't mean. the reason i turned to him was because he knew her better than i did and could help me figure out what the problem was, considering the immature little cunt had 'too much to do' and couldn't give me five seconds of her time to explain why she was ignoring me. oh, thats SO mature, i should look up to you on how to 'grow up'.
well, its no lie that they talked smack about me for weeks on end. hey, why not save yourselves the trouble and start a LETS HATE ASHLEY club. hey, maybe ill join too! and my oversized tits can get in for half price! you sad, pathetic, whiny morons.
im so angry i cant even think straight. and no, its not because of the pot, if you are busy reading this or chugging down more liquor to fill up your empty soul. oh my god, i smoked pot, im such a HORRIBLE PERSON! im sooo fucked up in the head! im such an evil person, smoking pot is the equivalent of rape and murder! right? frankly, my smoking was none of your fucking business and i only did it once or twice in front of you, and at least i had the fucking courtosey to ask if you cared. if you had said yes i would have respected that with no problem. at least more than you respect yourself, which is in my eyes a sorry pity. (oh, by the way, maybe that blonde bitch dissed you for weed because she found it more interesting than you.)
i guess this is just the average Rutgers mentality. sure, i did some things im not proud of, actually, a lot of things, but that's life and you have to learn what is right and wrong even if its the very hard way. i have seen and learned from my mistakes and hope to make next year a hell of a lot better than last. but ive made new friends, and in fact know some people who might be joining me at rutgers, so i have a lot to look forward to. i guess i just have to chalk this up to the mistakes ive made and the things ive done, learn from my actions and move on to bigger and better things. and no, that does not include dicks. LMAO!
whatever. those two sob-sacks can cry their eyes out about how fucking horrible their lives are, how much of a prick their significant other is, how they cant stop drinking to drown their sorrows or how their life in general is a trudge through a knee-deep shithole with all sorts of demons biting their asses the whole way out, but at least i dont have to hear it every week anymore.
and you tell me im immature. do yourselves a favor and reevaluate that statement, considering the fact that both of you posted very rude, humiliating, and IMMATURE posts tearing me apart. you made fun of my fucking tits, which never did a thing wrong to either of you lmao, you made fun of my hair, my friends, my personal habits, and my lifestyle. you took every cheap shot at me that you could, and you try to make it seem like you are so much more adult and mature and respectable than i. now to the cunt: i let go of the fact that you hate my guts and will never talk to me again, even though when you look back i never REALLY did anything so terribly horribly wrong to you to deserve this kind of treatment. sure, that night was completely fucked up on my part and i take full responsibility for what happened, even the polish dipshit's actions, but people are allotted their mistakes. you wouldn't cut me that slack, that one mistake, but even when you told me off i let it go. I LET IT FUCKING GO. i stopped caring and stopped TALKING SHIT ABOUT IT. it seems you, however, have not, which is sad and amusing simultaneously. you literally jumped at the chance to post a fucking LIVEJOURNAL ENTRY all about me and why im such a bad person. not once did i ever resort to that kind of mean, hurtful, shameful shit. (well, until now tee hee!) so fuck the both of you, you deplorable, disgusting, horrible excuses for human beings.
fuck off and faretheewell.
(p.s. this isn't directed at any of my true friends, so don't worry,.. they know who they are.)