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Sunday, January 07, 2007
fuck off. ; 02:43
sometimes things happen. and when these things happen you realise that maybe the way you've been living your life isnt really all that fantastic. so you try to change. i know im doing my best.
so why the fuck is it that you fucking morons have to keep talking about me?
why is it that you insignifigant little clowns get such joy out of discussing and dissecting my life? is your life really truly so uneventful that you have to fucking discuss my life? and what about the idiot you discuss it with? is that bastard also as pathetically bored as you? the next time you're bored. watch tv. or surf porn. or wank in a corner. but fucking leave my life out of it.
i leave you alone. i dont fucking talk about who you're fucking. so why the hell is it so important who i talk to? and since when is talking to someone on a regular basis equate to him being my boy-fucking-friend. maybe you're so shallow and immature that you have yet to discover platonic friendships. in your words it would mean that a girl and a guy are friends. ya. thats right. boys and girls can be friends. they dont necessarily have to constantly fuck each others brains out or make out in buses and stairwells.
but what the fuck. i keep forgetting that these are concepts new to you. your underdeveloped brain somehow distorts information, corrupts it and spits it out of your filthy trap and all of a sudden i have not one but two boyfriends.
my my. maybe the next time i need an update as to who im dating i should come find you. you'd probably be able to tell me who i went on a date with last week, who im dating now and who im gonna date next week. my life story sounds so much juicier coming from your trap than when i actually live it. get a fucking life! i know for a fact that you are smarter than this. so why the fuck do you insist on spreading stupid rumors and ruining my life? and along with it, other people's lives?
if you have a problem with me. tell me. if you've got balls that is. dont fucking hide behind your girlfriend and whisper horrible lies behind my back. i dare you to come up to me and tell me straight to my face. but dont spread lies and rumors behind my back. cause it just makes you look like a coward and a low life who resorts to cheap tatics. dont make other people look bad beacuse you're not brave enough to face me.
i mean seriously. whats the point of me changing my ways and attempting to start afresh when you're gonna keep running your fucking mouth? if your mouth is really that itchy. go scratch it. or go suck a cock. i dont see the point in me trying to be a nice person when you're gonna fucking do your best to make me look like a whore and a bitch when im not.
and before you start trying to justify your lies with all your half baked excuses. think about this.
one day people are gonna be talking about what a two faced bastard you are. they're gonna be discussing what a whore you are over their cup of tea. and they're gonna be laughing at what a fool you made out of yourself.
so just fuck off and leave me in peace.
and may god bless you.
oh ya. just so you shut the fuck up.
im single.
fuck off. ; 02:43
sometimes things happen. and when these things happen you realise that maybe the way you've been living your life isnt really all that fantastic. so you try to change. i know im doing my best.
so why the fuck is it that you fucking morons have to keep talking about me?
why is it that you insignifigant little clowns get such joy out of discussing and dissecting my life? is your life really truly so uneventful that you have to fucking discuss my life? and what about the idiot you discuss it with? is that bastard also as pathetically bored as you? the next time you're bored. watch tv. or surf porn. or wank in a corner. but fucking leave my life out of it.
i leave you alone. i dont fucking talk about who you're fucking. so why the hell is it so important who i talk to? and since when is talking to someone on a regular basis equate to him being my boy-fucking-friend. maybe you're so shallow and immature that you have yet to discover platonic friendships. in your words it would mean that a girl and a guy are friends. ya. thats right. boys and girls can be friends. they dont necessarily have to constantly fuck each others brains out or make out in buses and stairwells.
but what the fuck. i keep forgetting that these are concepts new to you. your underdeveloped brain somehow distorts information, corrupts it and spits it out of your filthy trap and all of a sudden i have not one but two boyfriends.
my my. maybe the next time i need an update as to who im dating i should come find you. you'd probably be able to tell me who i went on a date with last week, who im dating now and who im gonna date next week. my life story sounds so much juicier coming from your trap than when i actually live it. get a fucking life! i know for a fact that you are smarter than this. so why the fuck do you insist on spreading stupid rumors and ruining my life? and along with it, other people's lives?
if you have a problem with me. tell me. if you've got balls that is. dont fucking hide behind your girlfriend and whisper horrible lies behind my back. i dare you to come up to me and tell me straight to my face. but dont spread lies and rumors behind my back. cause it just makes you look like a coward and a low life who resorts to cheap tatics. dont make other people look bad beacuse you're not brave enough to face me.
i mean seriously. whats the point of me changing my ways and attempting to start afresh when you're gonna keep running your fucking mouth? if your mouth is really that itchy. go scratch it. or go suck a cock. i dont see the point in me trying to be a nice person when you're gonna fucking do your best to make me look like a whore and a bitch when im not.
and before you start trying to justify your lies with all your half baked excuses. think about this.
one day people are gonna be talking about what a two faced bastard you are. they're gonna be discussing what a whore you are over their cup of tea. and they're gonna be laughing at what a fool you made out of yourself.
so just fuck off and leave me in peace.
and may god bless you.
oh ya. just so you shut the fuck up.
im single.