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So this is my first journal entry this year.
I've kinda avoided writing in this because I don't really have much time to, etc.
But I'm angry, so I'm going to vent on something that can't argue back.
I hate people.
A lot.
I don't know why I'm copying Katyott's style of line work in this thing, but I am ^^
I hate cheaters. Way to be a fucking waste of life. Seriously. You're probably one of the most fucked up individuals I've ever met in my entire life. And where are you going? Fucking nowhere. I really hope you come crawling to my doorstep in ten years so I can laugh in your face and slam the door, then promptly call the cops. Seriously, I don't think I've let anybody make me so goddamn angry as you fucking make me. I also hate all the girls that are sluts. Stupid little emo homewrecking bitches. You're not going anywhere, except maybe the free clinic to get your AIDS test back. It's not that I necessarily am upset because of the girlfriends that are effected, because that's really not it. I hate the whiny little girls that can't keep their legs closed to save their lives. I am in no way prude. In fact, I am a very sexual person, but nothing makes me more angry than people who can't keep their damn pants on.
I really am not done with this rant, but I'm too tired to type anymore.
I've kinda avoided writing in this because I don't really have much time to, etc.
But I'm angry, so I'm going to vent on something that can't argue back.
I hate people.
A lot.
I don't know why I'm copying Katyott's style of line work in this thing, but I am ^^
I hate cheaters. Way to be a fucking waste of life. Seriously. You're probably one of the most fucked up individuals I've ever met in my entire life. And where are you going? Fucking nowhere. I really hope you come crawling to my doorstep in ten years so I can laugh in your face and slam the door, then promptly call the cops. Seriously, I don't think I've let anybody make me so goddamn angry as you fucking make me. I also hate all the girls that are sluts. Stupid little emo homewrecking bitches. You're not going anywhere, except maybe the free clinic to get your AIDS test back. It's not that I necessarily am upset because of the girlfriends that are effected, because that's really not it. I hate the whiny little girls that can't keep their legs closed to save their lives. I am in no way prude. In fact, I am a very sexual person, but nothing makes me more angry than people who can't keep their damn pants on.
I really am not done with this rant, but I'm too tired to type anymore.