Feed on your nothing.
Whoever's doing this should've been a miscarriage. Better yet, they should have been allowed to live until they were five, and then they should've burnt in the flames of a freak automobile accident. You should all fucking go to hell or stop believing everything you hear. I hope your loved ones all perish before you in horrible freak accidents until they're all gone, in which the time comes for you to drown in your own blood as you choke and attempt on coughing up that last chicken bone. All I ever did was be nice to you and try being your friend. I like to give everyone an equal chance at my friendship, but none of you seem to deserve it. So fuck you all. I've been a loner before and I can do it again, trust me. It's not hard to be excluded. I never started anything between Leanna and Kendra. I didn't even know anything was going on until like a week after. Everything I heard about it came from Steph and Leanna, and everything I heard had nothing to do with me. When something has nothing to do with me, I tend to stay the fuck out of it so that I don't get into trouble. Sounds smart doesn't it? Well apparently not if I still get in trouble for it. So someone says this, at least Kendra knows it's not true. She told me saturday what actually happened and she was also confused at why anyone could think I had anything to do with it. So if I had nothing to do with something between Kendra and Leanna, and Kendra doesn't believe it, how could Leanna? And for the record, I fucking do not want Devon. Do you know how hilarious that appears to me when someone says that? Man, I never wanted to tell her this, but I don't even know why she's with him. He's ugly as hell, stupid, and fucking annoying. And I would never date a smoker anyway. Plus I have a crush on a guy from Speers, and if I can get the nerve up the next time I see him I want to see what he thinks about us going out. I talked to him for 2 1/2 hours on the phone last night and it looks hopeful. Who the hell would think I like Devon? I barely talk to him, and when I do it's just cos I'm being nice. Well actually I'm not being nice, because I basically just pretend to be his friend so that he gives me alcohol, and to I guess in a way get back at him for all the times he's poked me (every motherfucking day!) and pulled my pony-tail and hung onto it as I walk down the hall. When I turn around and hit him, that's not a fucking love tap. That's a "get the fuck away from me and never touch me again, asshole" tap. Just like the rest of you: Get the fuck away from me. If any of you believed any of this, you can fucking rot.