maybe i’ve been believing the wrong person all along.
it feels so good to be a mega cunt again.
there's always that one person that will argue til the death with you that YOUR OPINION isn't correct.
glad to see that i'm less important than everyone else in your life even though i'm the only one that's always there for you and does everything for you no matter what.
so today i was with my friend and i sent a bra picture to my ex. and then shortly after sent a message saying, "sorry, wrong person" just to give him a little feel of how he made me feel every time he cheated on me and used me.
he was so upset and butthurt that i was "talking" to another guy, so i turned it all around on him and went into how it's not okay for me to talk to new dudes after we haven't been together for a while but it's cool for him to fuck girls when we're dating. i've never felt so good about upsetting someone, i mean i know it's not right but, after everything he's put me through he deserved it.
side note, he has a girlfriend right now. he keeps telling me he doesn't but he does, and yet he still keeps telling me he loves me and such. i mean come on.
telling someone to cheer up isn't going to make them feel better dick-wad.
i'm a fucking idiot and punched a wall. now my knuckles are busted, bloody, and purple. swollen as a mother fucker.
you'd like i would have learned the first 50 times i did this.
my parents make me want to drown myself in alcohol.
so, i drew some faces on my popcorn and i've been pouring water on them and talking in little voices as they melt and turn to mush... and then i laugh because it's what i want to do to everyone that ever hurt me. :')
i hope when you're sucking his dick you choke and when you're gasping for air you think about how badly you screwed your so called best friend over for no reason.
finding out that your "best friend" is talking shit and spreading rumors about you.
even with my music up as loud as it can go i can still hear you assholes fighting. get the fuck away from one another if you hate each other that much. like damn.
no just continue being a self centered cunt, and then when i kill myself you can go and talk to all your bar buddies about how selfish i was for ending myself.
i love when people sit there and bitch at me and tell me i don't know how it feels to go through things, etc.
heyyyyy, maybe if you would shut the fuck up for ten seconds and let me talk you'd know a little about me.