this is why i hate high school.
so...today was the epitome of why i hate high school.
rumors.
being spread.
about me.
around the entire drama department and beyond.
and whenever i walk around, i feel like people are talking about me...or just were...or will be as soon as im out of earshot...like 50% of the people "are on my side" and 50% "are on their side." which is even more fucking retarded. ugh.
i hate high school. i hate nick and rachel for thinking that i GIVE a fuck what they do together. i just want to GET ON WITH MY FUCKING LIFE WITHOUT THEM. and they just wont let me. they're fucking CONVINCED that my god damn GOAL IN LIFE is to break them up. WHY? why would i give a shit? its going to happen eventually, why should i care when? it doesnt matter to me. and im definitely not going to waste my time caring about two people i hate.
so fuck you, nick. if you read this, then find yourself a pair of testicles (you can borrow them from fima or something) and tell me to my fucking face what your god damn problem with me is. quit making up shit just to create more drama. i know you LIVE for drama, hun, but why dont you fucking create it with rachel and leave me the fuck out? fuck you. you need a god damn life.
thank you to everyone, especially becky and stuff and allie, who talked with me for 20 minutes about it today. i probably would have done something retarded if not for you guys.
its just so frustrating...im finally getting over it...im finally moving on...and he goes and does this...
well, sir. take heed. you can do whatever you want with her. you can fucking have sex with her in front of me and i wouldnt give a damn. i might throw up, but i wouldnt give a damn. i dont care what happens to you. i dont care if you die or if you become a fucking millionaire. i dont care if your dad dies. if your mom dies. if your brother dies. i dont care about your fucking dog or your stupid cousin or your fucked up fear of knives. i dont care what you do in life. i dont care what you grow up to be. i dont care about ANYTHING related to you, as long as you leave me out of your life completely. dont ever speak to me again. dont look at me. dont talk about me. dont fucking make up shit about me. just go off into a fucking dark corner and fuck your whore, ok, sweetie? and wear a condom. wait. nevermind. I DONT CARE.
it doesnt matter what you all believe, because i know you've either already heard what their saying or you will soon. but I KNOW the truth. I KNOW what happened and didnt happen. and i SURELY know what i did and didnt do. and im not going to prove anything to anyone. if you believe me, you believe me. if you believe him, you believe him. just use your heads, people. and think what you will.
rumors.
being spread.
about me.
around the entire drama department and beyond.
and whenever i walk around, i feel like people are talking about me...or just were...or will be as soon as im out of earshot...like 50% of the people "are on my side" and 50% "are on their side." which is even more fucking retarded. ugh.
i hate high school. i hate nick and rachel for thinking that i GIVE a fuck what they do together. i just want to GET ON WITH MY FUCKING LIFE WITHOUT THEM. and they just wont let me. they're fucking CONVINCED that my god damn GOAL IN LIFE is to break them up. WHY? why would i give a shit? its going to happen eventually, why should i care when? it doesnt matter to me. and im definitely not going to waste my time caring about two people i hate.
so fuck you, nick. if you read this, then find yourself a pair of testicles (you can borrow them from fima or something) and tell me to my fucking face what your god damn problem with me is. quit making up shit just to create more drama. i know you LIVE for drama, hun, but why dont you fucking create it with rachel and leave me the fuck out? fuck you. you need a god damn life.
thank you to everyone, especially becky and stuff and allie, who talked with me for 20 minutes about it today. i probably would have done something retarded if not for you guys.
its just so frustrating...im finally getting over it...im finally moving on...and he goes and does this...
well, sir. take heed. you can do whatever you want with her. you can fucking have sex with her in front of me and i wouldnt give a damn. i might throw up, but i wouldnt give a damn. i dont care what happens to you. i dont care if you die or if you become a fucking millionaire. i dont care if your dad dies. if your mom dies. if your brother dies. i dont care about your fucking dog or your stupid cousin or your fucked up fear of knives. i dont care what you do in life. i dont care what you grow up to be. i dont care about ANYTHING related to you, as long as you leave me out of your life completely. dont ever speak to me again. dont look at me. dont talk about me. dont fucking make up shit about me. just go off into a fucking dark corner and fuck your whore, ok, sweetie? and wear a condom. wait. nevermind. I DONT CARE.
it doesnt matter what you all believe, because i know you've either already heard what their saying or you will soon. but I KNOW the truth. I KNOW what happened and didnt happen. and i SURELY know what i did and didnt do. and im not going to prove anything to anyone. if you believe me, you believe me. if you believe him, you believe him. just use your heads, people. and think what you will.