Plastic Empires.
This is retaliation.
And pay back is a bitch.
The weekend was nice. Friday, at work some boy complimented me on my hair which was sweet. Then I went to Carolyn's and Linny, Sam, Carolyn, and I went to Zack Blankes. There were about 45 people there or so.
It was crazy and everyone was fucked up minus a few of us.
I got to see a lot of old faces and met a lot of new ones.
It was lovely.
I missed those kids.
Last night I went out with Sydney.
We went to Fridays and then the mall, and the Starbucks.
Afterwards we saw Finding Neverland which was so amazing.
It made me cry, but seeing how I've been lately, that's not surprising.
I really love talking to Syd because I feel like I can her anything.
I fought with my parents last night, but, I don't even know where to begin about that.
So I'll just keep it to myself.
After Sydney and I talked last night, I stayed awake thinking about how fake the world is.
And how everyone is really backstabbing everyone.
I used to want to change that.
But, now, I've just decided to stand up for myself and myself alone and let everyone else deal with their shit themselves.
I'm sick of being a good friend to people who just end up being complete jerks anyways.
If you're a bitch to me, I'm not going to be nice anymore.
I'm going to be a bitch right back.
Because really, I think that's the only way anything will change.
So, be prepared.
I'm not fucking smiling anymore.
Don't give me your "I love you" bullshit anymore.
Because I know you're just saying the same things to everyone else.
I don't need your fucking sympathy.
And your fucking, "I care about you"'s.
Because I know when I walk away you're whispering, "I don't like her much."
And as for you,
I know what I want.
Now it's your turn.
She always was good at pretending.
