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if you want all the crap stories, witnessing, and yelling to stop, i will fucking say sorry okay?
i'm so fucking sorry for not opening the fucking door. i'll say it to you directly, even. aracelli's a fucking asshole, so don't listen to her stupid ass stories. i'm sorry alright? i'm not a nice person, i can't put cherries on top of ice cream with sprinkles on top, i just can't! i'm the not greatest person in the world, and i'm not as nice and obeying as i'd like to be! and what the hell! i told michelle and angelyn that i left it for grace on top of her locker, than i forgot where i left it. not that i forgot it at my stupidass house. what the hell! if you don't remember it correctly, you shouldn't be saying ! and i wasn't even yelling ! i'm yelling at myself and nobody else. i'm not as awesome as everyone else who opens the door for them when they're late. i'm not, and it's the truth.
why the fuck am i so frustrated over this?!?! I'M FUCKING SORRY TO MYSELF, AND TO YOU. EVERYBODY.
AND I JUST WANT TO BE FUCKING LEFT ALONE. AND WHAT I SAID ABOUT MY FRIENDSHIP AS HARDSHIP IS TRUE WITH ME. I WANT A FUCKING BREAK, OKAY?! I DON'T WANT PITY FROM ANYBODY, BUT I HAVE PROBLEMS MYSELF TOO! I KNOW THAT EVERYONE DOES. WHY DON'T YOU JUST ACT A BIT MORE FUCKING MATURE THAN JUST HANGING 'ROUND THE SITUATION AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, OKAY? JUST BY TALKING ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME WON'T CHANGE OR SOLVE ANYTHING. INCLUDING ME.
why can't anybody just get it?! who the hell is supposed to say sorry, huh?! me or grace, or anybody else who told summaries that changed a bit to others? me because i was a fucking douchebag to not open the door for grace? because i told people who asked me that grace asked me instead of yelled, that i've been blogging about this shit for who knows how long! grace because getting mad over a fucking door at first is just plain lame. whose story would she believe, mine or fucking aracelli's? apparently others', rather than mine.
i don't even expect us to be friends anymore. i don't give a shit, until i change my mind. but hey, there's nothing to change my thoughts on. because all of this shit didn't happen. fucking lame, i swear. i don't need friends, and i don't want them, aight? you want to talk to me, go ahead. i ain't stopping you. and grace didn't even have to ditch! what the hell! she could have just stayed after to be marked late. jeezus! why the hell am i like this?! i need to get the fuck out of my life, dammit!
i'm sorry for my major vulgarity and swearing. it's 11 pm at night, and i woke up at 1 am this morning. i'm tired, and this is how i get. it's just that i want this to be over, okay? this is like, totally devastating. and my fucking throat hurts like a bitch!
i'm so fucking sorry for not opening the fucking door. i'll say it to you directly, even. aracelli's a fucking asshole, so don't listen to her stupid ass stories. i'm sorry alright? i'm not a nice person, i can't put cherries on top of ice cream with sprinkles on top, i just can't! i'm the not greatest person in the world, and i'm not as nice and obeying as i'd like to be! and what the hell! i told michelle and angelyn that i left it for grace on top of her locker, than i forgot where i left it. not that i forgot it at my stupidass house. what the hell! if you don't remember it correctly, you shouldn't be saying ! and i wasn't even yelling ! i'm yelling at myself and nobody else. i'm not as awesome as everyone else who opens the door for them when they're late. i'm not, and it's the truth.
why the fuck am i so frustrated over this?!?! I'M FUCKING SORRY TO MYSELF, AND TO YOU. EVERYBODY.
AND I JUST WANT TO BE FUCKING LEFT ALONE. AND WHAT I SAID ABOUT MY FRIENDSHIP AS HARDSHIP IS TRUE WITH ME. I WANT A FUCKING BREAK, OKAY?! I DON'T WANT PITY FROM ANYBODY, BUT I HAVE PROBLEMS MYSELF TOO! I KNOW THAT EVERYONE DOES. WHY DON'T YOU JUST ACT A BIT MORE FUCKING MATURE THAN JUST HANGING 'ROUND THE SITUATION AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, OKAY? JUST BY TALKING ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME WON'T CHANGE OR SOLVE ANYTHING. INCLUDING ME.
why can't anybody just get it?! who the hell is supposed to say sorry, huh?! me or grace, or anybody else who told summaries that changed a bit to others? me because i was a fucking douchebag to not open the door for grace? because i told people who asked me that grace asked me instead of yelled, that i've been blogging about this shit for who knows how long! grace because getting mad over a fucking door at first is just plain lame. whose story would she believe, mine or fucking aracelli's? apparently others', rather than mine.
i don't even expect us to be friends anymore. i don't give a shit, until i change my mind. but hey, there's nothing to change my thoughts on. because all of this shit didn't happen. fucking lame, i swear. i don't need friends, and i don't want them, aight? you want to talk to me, go ahead. i ain't stopping you. and grace didn't even have to ditch! what the hell! she could have just stayed after to be marked late. jeezus! why the hell am i like this?! i need to get the fuck out of my life, dammit!
i'm sorry for my major vulgarity and swearing. it's 11 pm at night, and i woke up at 1 am this morning. i'm tired, and this is how i get. it's just that i want this to be over, okay? this is like, totally devastating. and my fucking throat hurts like a bitch!