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fucking fuck fuck. you know. fuck.
i hate this day. not even so much that it's valentine's day, but also because stupid stuff. yes. i hope that narrows it down for you, because if not, then it shouldn't matter to you anyway.
heather is pissing me off. she is such a fucking attention whore. yes you are. and friday... you shouldn't drink with anyone ever again, at least i'm not going to make the mistake of doing that again. you are a fucking idiot, both when you are drunk, and when you aren't. so fuck you.
and fuck you too. thanks for being my best fucking friend. thanks for coming back to jesika's, and thanks for calling when you didn't. and thanks for being there for me when i sat alone outside krystal's and cried. so fuck you for leaving me behind to be with your boyfriend, because that hurts most. and you say we don't hang out anymore? you expect me to always call you and make plans? well that just won't be the case, because what i'm getting from you is that you don't care about me anymore, and that you don't care about us. that fucking hurts when i'm going through what i would call the roughest in a long time. but that isn't your fault. i don't want this to ruin anything, but you have to understand, i've been trying so hard lately not to do anything wrong, and you don't seem like you even notice.
i hate counseling. if you don't want to hear me fucking complain, than don't fucking read my goddamn journal, 'cuz that's what it is. it's my counselor. i hate it, anyway. today the lady said i was acting like a three year old, most likely because i wasn't talking. well you know what? fuck you lady. fuck you. seriously. she asked if reccomending i be hospitalized made me dislike her. yup, that has something to do with it. and why the fuck would i want to talk to some lady that barely knows my name and is paid to listen to my problems? fuck that, i'm not talkin'.
i hate this day. not even so much that it's valentine's day, but also because stupid stuff. yes. i hope that narrows it down for you, because if not, then it shouldn't matter to you anyway.
heather is pissing me off. she is such a fucking attention whore. yes you are. and friday... you shouldn't drink with anyone ever again, at least i'm not going to make the mistake of doing that again. you are a fucking idiot, both when you are drunk, and when you aren't. so fuck you.
and fuck you too. thanks for being my best fucking friend. thanks for coming back to jesika's, and thanks for calling when you didn't. and thanks for being there for me when i sat alone outside krystal's and cried. so fuck you for leaving me behind to be with your boyfriend, because that hurts most. and you say we don't hang out anymore? you expect me to always call you and make plans? well that just won't be the case, because what i'm getting from you is that you don't care about me anymore, and that you don't care about us. that fucking hurts when i'm going through what i would call the roughest in a long time. but that isn't your fault. i don't want this to ruin anything, but you have to understand, i've been trying so hard lately not to do anything wrong, and you don't seem like you even notice.
i hate counseling. if you don't want to hear me fucking complain, than don't fucking read my goddamn journal, 'cuz that's what it is. it's my counselor. i hate it, anyway. today the lady said i was acting like a three year old, most likely because i wasn't talking. well you know what? fuck you lady. fuck you. seriously. she asked if reccomending i be hospitalized made me dislike her. yup, that has something to do with it. and why the fuck would i want to talk to some lady that barely knows my name and is paid to listen to my problems? fuck that, i'm not talkin'.