UUUGGGGGGGGGGGGH.
Really? REALLY?
REALLY?
How the fuck could you expect me to find this lighthearted and silly?
So angry. So angry. And then you go off and cry to Tiffney? REALLY?
Fuck this. Fuck yoooou.
I was so damned freaking nice to wait until you got here in SC so I could tell you personally, face-to-face, that it wasn't going to work. I gave you the respect you deserved, as a friend of mine, and a human being. That's a whole hell lot better than over the phone, as I usually would, like a damned coward, and now you throw this in my FACE? REALLY?
I can't even believe this shit. Just. Ugh. UGH UGH UGH. I've got ballet today, and a paper to write. I really want to go to ballet, but I've more or less lost the motivation due to the SICKENING FEELING IN MY STOMACH.
Why am I so mad? You've proven, once again, that you will stop at no bounds to get what you want. I'm sorry you're bored. I'm sorry you're lonely. I'M SORRY I WANTED A DAMNED WEEK TO NOT STRESS ABOUT YOU. FUCCCCCCCCCK.
So angry. So angry. Blogs are good for anger. So are froot loops.
You expect me to talk to you. Hah. Maybe when I've got the time to be emotionally exhausted...
Fuck everything. So sad...
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