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"well
take comfort in the fact that
your relationship?
will never be as awful as Quantum of Solace was."
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| Somehow, 'caring so much more for someone (you also happen to be fucking) than those hoes you used to date and say you loved' does NOT equal 'being in love.'
And therefore he cannot say "I love you" to me. |
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| You are my only true source of online expression anymore. |
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| letting you read this blog.
I want to write about you and me and the pros and cons and everything that's been on my mind.
But what if you end up like someone else we know?
Somehow become an enemy that will use this information for your gain or my suffering?
I should chronicle the times we've shared anyway.
As well as the times I shared with him.
But if that's the case, I should let him read this too.
And then once again, I have no true private anonymous outlet.
No, I will not let you read this.
That is a step way too far.
Even if things worked out, I'd have to censor myself again and I don't want that.
I'm sorry. |
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REVAMP
Vic.Rev
April 18th, 2010:
I can't even write I'm so pissed
Fuck. You.
I can tweet whatever the fuck I want because I never used any goddamn names (not like your whore deserves one any fucking way).
I've lived here for the entire school year and then all of a sudden some bitch walks into your life and it's MY problem that I don't want her living here.
FINE.
The only reason I could tolerate your bullshit for so long was because you were rarely at the apartment anyway---giving me my own space to do what I want when I want. But you never clean unless pushed to, you do disgusting shit and I can't fucking take it anymore.
I WANT TO MOVE OUT, YOU FAGGOT.
Don't humble yourself thinking you're successfully scaring me off with your "DON'T tweet about my personal business" and "judging by your BEHAVIOUR" bullshit. I won't even admit that you pushed me over the edge to finally decide I won't be coming back in the fall. My CRAZIES did it all for me. If it weren't for my anxiety and depression....
I've thought about breaking your shit or screaming at you when whoreface is around. But I don't have the balls.
However, I do wish you hell.
Your presidency is a sham because nobody gave a shit to run against you. You won't be respected. And your living situation is going to work out in one of four ways: you guys will break up and have to deal with the resentment by still having to live with each other, you'll break up and she'll LEAVE-and you'll have to pay the entire rent yourself, you'll knock her up and bring a whole mess upon yourselves, or, best one yet, you'll break up and THEN find out she's pregnant. Ooohhhhh, I cannot fucking wait.
And this isn't the first time I've wanted those around me to burn. I suffer and want everyone around me to do the same. Fuck your shit, your magic carpet won't last forever.
LEAVE ME ALONE |
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