It's Too Late To Find A Better Way Out Of This
Life pretty much exploded. Justin & I are just friends now. Sucks, but what can ya do? I liked him a lot, & I enjoy spending time with him, but I think we are either just too different or too similar. I haven't yet figured that out. At least we are still friends, and I think we may hang out tonight; he said he'd call me a bit later.
SO. I got these awful voicemails on my phone this morning [they were from last night, but my phone died]. Anyways, they were saying how I was a drug addict & a dyke & a whore. All this bullshit. Whoever it was blocked their number because they are a PUSSY. I think I have an idea of who it is anyway, so bitch you better watch your fucking back.
I am proud of who I am. For the record, I am NOT a drug addict, so you can kiss that little fantasy goodbye. I am not, and never have been, into hard drugs, so go fuck yourself. Second of all, I am not a lesbian. I do like females, I have had girlfriends, but I have also had boyfriends. That means I am BISEXUAL. Not a dyke. You are just an ignorant peice of shit that cannot comprehend the difference between bi & gay, or you chose not to because you are a hateful bigot peice of shit. I shouldn't have to fucking explain myself, or be harrassed for who I am & what I do. You don't fucking know me & if you did I would be at your fucking door with a baseball bat. You shouldn't fuck with fire bitch. If this is your petty attempt to laugh at me because Justin & I aren't together, you better back the fuck off. And if you say "Oh! It wasn't me! It was one of my friends. . ." blah blah blah. I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses or see your little 'I'm such a good girl' attitude because I see right through that bullshit. I can see that you are just a desperate & obsessive teenage girl who can't control her fucking feelings. That is crystal fucking clear.
I'm at A. Roo's house with Gina & Carr is coming over! HOORAY! We should be having a good time very shortly. ;D
P.S. Myspace is GAYYYYYYYYYY.
I'M OUT. Peace bitches.
SO. I got these awful voicemails on my phone this morning [they were from last night, but my phone died]. Anyways, they were saying how I was a drug addict & a dyke & a whore. All this bullshit. Whoever it was blocked their number because they are a PUSSY. I think I have an idea of who it is anyway, so bitch you better watch your fucking back.
I am proud of who I am. For the record, I am NOT a drug addict, so you can kiss that little fantasy goodbye. I am not, and never have been, into hard drugs, so go fuck yourself. Second of all, I am not a lesbian. I do like females, I have had girlfriends, but I have also had boyfriends. That means I am BISEXUAL. Not a dyke. You are just an ignorant peice of shit that cannot comprehend the difference between bi & gay, or you chose not to because you are a hateful bigot peice of shit. I shouldn't have to fucking explain myself, or be harrassed for who I am & what I do. You don't fucking know me & if you did I would be at your fucking door with a baseball bat. You shouldn't fuck with fire bitch. If this is your petty attempt to laugh at me because Justin & I aren't together, you better back the fuck off. And if you say "Oh! It wasn't me! It was one of my friends. . ." blah blah blah. I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses or see your little 'I'm such a good girl' attitude because I see right through that bullshit. I can see that you are just a desperate & obsessive teenage girl who can't control her fucking feelings. That is crystal fucking clear.
I'm at A. Roo's house with Gina & Carr is coming over! HOORAY! We should be having a good time very shortly. ;D
P.S. Myspace is GAYYYYYYYYYY.
I'M OUT. Peace bitches.