mixtures of expressions
I wish I was in Japan last week.
I wish I was there to witness Radiohead perform.
I wish I was there to hear Thom Yorke belting out "Creep".
Damnit, why couldn't I be there?!!?
*calms down*
...
I do not feel secure at this old convent anymore. I used to love being able to go there and enjoy time with my friends.I still do, but with the addition of some senior sending a spy to keep an eye on us, man, I feel weird.Why the freaking hell would some bitch want to spy on us? It's not like we did anything to her.
I got threatened by a stranger for lashing out a few profanity-filled words at the senior bitch. I hated the state I was in : angry, scared, determined. I hated the way passerbys glanced at me a little while longer than usual, looking at my red face. It's not a comfortable way to be in, when you have a black high-school guy pointing and threatening you menacingly. What a busybody! He had NO right to interfere in our business, yet he thinks he is just because he is the boyfriend of the bitch's pet sis. Man, how pathetic could he be?
I don't give a damn if he wants or declines to apologise to me. I don't want to be associated with him in any way. I hate that bastard for being a interfering busybody.I don't need an apology, it has no cure for making my nerves jump a little higher than supposed. Sorry has no cure. But he owes one to my classmate who was innocent as heaven.
Given a chance I would love to smack his head.
Or his stomach.
Or his dick.
Anywhere as long as he gets hurt. Goddamnit, I'm so mad at that bastard!He has no fucking right to interfere! I repeat ... HE HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT TO INTERFERE! I want him to feel threatened like I was.Sheesh, if only I had a physically-larger-than-him older brother to go and sound him off. If only I had. Perhaps I should hire a couple of gangsters to bash him up.
Okay.
I'm over-reacting.
I better stop.