Thank you.
You have once again made an ass out of yourself. Not that I care. You could make roadkill out of youself and i wouldn't care. That's besides the point. I'm not sure what you classify as "keeping tabs", but here's my definition fucker:
Keeping Tabs:
1. Befriending people in my social group who you used to hate/talk shit about/not give a shit about and saying little spiteful things to either get something out of them or cause a reaction that's favorable to you.
--You wounldn't need to do this if you had even an ounce of security in yourself. Why do you need people to convince you that they like you? You've played the pity role long enough. It's done and over. You're pitied. Congrats. But attempting to get people to talk shit about me in order for you to have some sick self gratification is just sad, whether it works or not. Just because you write "lol" or "haha" after something, doesn't make what you say a joke or funny. It makes you an ass.
2. Reading my lj, commenting on pictures of me, and constantly writing statuses about me. I don't ask you to read about me. I don't ask you to look at pictures of me. And i certainly don't ask to hear about every fucking "I want to slit my wrist" status you write. Grow up. Have you noticed the only time i ever speak about you is when you're either (god forbid) brought up by one of my friends or you say something stupid about me? Because i assure you, you mean less than nothing to me and i try to avoid topics that involove your being. If you would stop being such a jackass, perhaps there would be less drama. Because it's pretty obvious i'm not starting anything...ever.
3. Mateen. Whoa. Bet you didn't see that coming. You're a fucking psycho. And so is he. Maybe, since you're both so fucking interested in MY life, you can get together and have a fun, fun party. I mean like super fun. Pillows and pjs and all. You guys can lay around and talk about me ALLLLLLLLLL night! SUPER! Fucking Fags.
Honestly, I would love to say that i regret you. But i can't. Because of you, I am where i am today. I'm HAPPY. Not all the time. But most. And i suppose maybe after reading all of my journals and getting information from my friends you may think otherwise. But let the records show, I'm happier now than i ever was with you. You made me realize how much better i could do. you make the assholes i date post-you seem like rock stars. So thank you. Or thank me. I set my self free. So when you are done showering yourself with others' pity and disrespect, maybe you could join the real world up here. . Grow up jesus boy. Stupid Fucking Hypocrite.
Oh and by the way, this could have totally been avoided if you would just stay out of my life. Seriously, don't even speak my name. Not saying yours does wonders for me. In fact, i think maybe it's time you flush your system. I don't care with what--water, cranberry juice, Drano, they all go down the same( for the most part). Just make sure I'm out of your system because this story has become tiresome and monotonous and i'm sure i'm not the only one who would rather stab themselves in the face-no, the back of the face, than have to hear it again.
So do what you need to do- cry, kung fu, read the bible, get a lobotomy, whatever. I don't care. really, I don't. Just leave me out of it.
This isn't retaliation. This is your opportunity to finally get over it. It's almost been two years. Face the facts: I don't like you as a person. I never will. We will never be friends. I never want to see you. I don't want to hear about you. I don't want you to be interested in my life because i have absolutely no interest in yours. The end.
Keeping Tabs:
1. Befriending people in my social group who you used to hate/talk shit about/not give a shit about and saying little spiteful things to either get something out of them or cause a reaction that's favorable to you.
--You wounldn't need to do this if you had even an ounce of security in yourself. Why do you need people to convince you that they like you? You've played the pity role long enough. It's done and over. You're pitied. Congrats. But attempting to get people to talk shit about me in order for you to have some sick self gratification is just sad, whether it works or not. Just because you write "lol" or "haha" after something, doesn't make what you say a joke or funny. It makes you an ass.
2. Reading my lj, commenting on pictures of me, and constantly writing statuses about me. I don't ask you to read about me. I don't ask you to look at pictures of me. And i certainly don't ask to hear about every fucking "I want to slit my wrist" status you write. Grow up. Have you noticed the only time i ever speak about you is when you're either (god forbid) brought up by one of my friends or you say something stupid about me? Because i assure you, you mean less than nothing to me and i try to avoid topics that involove your being. If you would stop being such a jackass, perhaps there would be less drama. Because it's pretty obvious i'm not starting anything...ever.
3. Mateen. Whoa. Bet you didn't see that coming. You're a fucking psycho. And so is he. Maybe, since you're both so fucking interested in MY life, you can get together and have a fun, fun party. I mean like super fun. Pillows and pjs and all. You guys can lay around and talk about me ALLLLLLLLLL night! SUPER! Fucking Fags.
Honestly, I would love to say that i regret you. But i can't. Because of you, I am where i am today. I'm HAPPY. Not all the time. But most. And i suppose maybe after reading all of my journals and getting information from my friends you may think otherwise. But let the records show, I'm happier now than i ever was with you. You made me realize how much better i could do. you make the assholes i date post-you seem like rock stars. So thank you. Or thank me. I set my self free. So when you are done showering yourself with others' pity and disrespect, maybe you could join the real world up here. . Grow up jesus boy. Stupid Fucking Hypocrite.
Oh and by the way, this could have totally been avoided if you would just stay out of my life. Seriously, don't even speak my name. Not saying yours does wonders for me. In fact, i think maybe it's time you flush your system. I don't care with what--water, cranberry juice, Drano, they all go down the same( for the most part). Just make sure I'm out of your system because this story has become tiresome and monotonous and i'm sure i'm not the only one who would rather stab themselves in the face-no, the back of the face, than have to hear it again.
So do what you need to do- cry, kung fu, read the bible, get a lobotomy, whatever. I don't care. really, I don't. Just leave me out of it.
This isn't retaliation. This is your opportunity to finally get over it. It's almost been two years. Face the facts: I don't like you as a person. I never will. We will never be friends. I never want to see you. I don't want to hear about you. I don't want you to be interested in my life because i have absolutely no interest in yours. The end.