Fuck it, it's my turn.
Today, Ladies and Gentlemen, I feel like talking about people behind their backs. I know what you're thinking:
"God, what a bitch".
Well, okay, sure. I figure since I'm pretty up front about everything, I would see what it's like to be on the other side of this picture. So, today, you can call me whatever. Just remember, if they find out about these things... well.... I guess I really won't care.
D.J.: At first I couldn't figure out what I didn't like about him. I mean, yeah, he's overly gay and whatever, but I've had overly gay friends before. Or maybe it's because I didn't really know him, but I loved Jamie when I first met him... so it couldn't be that. Then I realized that he always fucking fishes for compliments... and bitches... and causes drama... and threatens to kill himself... and bugs the fuck out of Kevin to fuck him. He's a goddamn woman.
Ricky: I don't have anything too imparticular with him. Just that he doesn't respect Mikala's Aunt's place (or mine when he was hanging out there). If someone doesn't want you somewhere LEAVE. Also, he's on the computer 24/7. He doesn't even talk to people until we go to clubs and even then he doesn't really. Plus, he thinks he can snap at people and not have a result. Keep pushing me.
Chad: The whole reason I wrote this journal. I just want to know what it feels like to talk about someone behind their backs and not to their face. It doesn't really make me feel anything special, so I don't know what the fuck he gets out of it. At least when I don't talk to you, or act cold, or say shit to you, I have my dignity. Maybe you should get a bat to your face, fucking bitch.
Okay, I'm done. I'm ready to knock heads over.
I dare you to say something to me now.