Re: Entry from April 10, 2010
PLEASE. SOMEONE. ANYONE. Shoot me in the foot. Both feet, so I'll learn.
Showing posts with label F. Show all posts
Showing posts with label F. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Dear Dumb [expletive]
Facebook can only access so many people. I find a world-wide website a much better channel for thought.
A few things to say about this "note" before I actually respond.
1) Learn to put commas in the right place. You always misplace them, and it's become a pet peeve of mine.
2) It's funny that you think "v" would ever talk bad about me without me knowing
3) You've never "listened to me" since you've barely heard my voice
4) Obviously I'd know who I am. I don't have an identity crisis like someone we know...
Alright now:
Dear Dumb [expletive], <--that is where the comma goes btw
I don't like you. I have never liked you since I heard your name when I found out you were cheating with my boyfriend. You are a sl*t, and there are many stories, including ones from your friends, to prove it. I never wanted to get mixed up in your "relationship" (if you can call it that). You should tell your "boyfriend" to stop being so in love with me, if you really want anything to change. I can't change who I am, it's not my fault that he still wants me (correction always has wanted me) more than you (Yes, I know he will deny it, but don't worry the truth comes out anyway). If you want me to say sorry for that I will, but I am not the one you should be having a chat with. I shouldn't be the one to blame for "his" shortcomings, and the issues that you two have with each other. Nor should I be to blame for the numerous times you two have "broken-up"; I was never talking to your "boyfriend" when you broke up and it is not my fault that he would come to me to talk about how you hurt him. Another apology: sorry for being a nice person.
Please don't take your anger at the world, your "boyfriend", or gargantuan body out on me. I'm sorry God hates you. Take it out on people who will, in the future, give a rat's ass.
Sincerely,
Your Pal,
"Ugly B*tch"
PS (commas don't go here either!!!) If it makes you want to die...then just please, do it already.
PPS Please don't make me have to sully my beautiful site with drama about you ever again. It's unbecoming and unnecessary.
in response to:
Dear, Ugly Bitch
Looking at you, Listening to you, Hearing a certain someone (V) talk about you, makes me want to die!
:)
Ps, You know who you are
A few things to say about this "note" before I actually respond.
1) Learn to put commas in the right place. You always misplace them, and it's become a pet peeve of mine.
2) It's funny that you think "v" would ever talk bad about me without me knowing
3) You've never "listened to me" since you've barely heard my voice
4) Obviously I'd know who I am. I don't have an identity crisis like someone we know...
Alright now:
Dear Dumb [expletive], <--that is where the comma goes btw
I don't like you. I have never liked you since I heard your name when I found out you were cheating with my boyfriend. You are a sl*t, and there are many stories, including ones from your friends, to prove it. I never wanted to get mixed up in your "relationship" (if you can call it that). You should tell your "boyfriend" to stop being so in love with me, if you really want anything to change. I can't change who I am, it's not my fault that he still wants me (correction always has wanted me) more than you (Yes, I know he will deny it, but don't worry the truth comes out anyway). If you want me to say sorry for that I will, but I am not the one you should be having a chat with. I shouldn't be the one to blame for "his" shortcomings, and the issues that you two have with each other. Nor should I be to blame for the numerous times you two have "broken-up"; I was never talking to your "boyfriend" when you broke up and it is not my fault that he would come to me to talk about how you hurt him. Another apology: sorry for being a nice person.
Please don't take your anger at the world, your "boyfriend", or gargantuan body out on me. I'm sorry God hates you. Take it out on people who will, in the future, give a rat's ass.
Sincerely,
Your Pal,
"Ugly B*tch"
PS (commas don't go here either!!!) If it makes you want to die...then just please, do it already.
PPS Please don't make me have to sully my beautiful site with drama about you ever again. It's unbecoming and unnecessary.
in response to:
Dear, Ugly Bitch
Looking at you, Listening to you, Hearing a certain someone (V) talk about you, makes me want to die!
:)
Ps, You know who you are
Saturday, April 10, 2010
WTF? (There's just this thing about ya)
OMFG
Excuse my language, bad grammar and the follow emo-tastic entry. I haven't yet read my last entry, so I'm not positive but I think this one follows along the same lines. But I am seriously starting to feel like I should be wearing heavy eye make up, teased hair and bangs in a 45 degree angle.
I know that I'll never understand them (N and F), but I wish and plead and HOPE that the next time I will know better than to get involved. EVERYTIME I say this, everytime I make a fool out of myself when N leaves me behind for F. Everytime I say "Nope, not again. I'll talk to them out of the goodness of my heart but never again will we be friends." Not only do we become friends but even he says that it just all falls right back into place. The stupidest part? It usually only takes a day or a conversation. That's how pathetic I am. After everything that happens I can't even stay mad or angry or dissapointed or hurt for ONE conversation. I don't know what it is about him. With every other single person who's even slightly hurt me or pissed me off, I've cut them out like ...a coral reef sting...? But with him, I have no idea what it is...just like I have NO idea WHY in the world they keep getting back together. After the cheating, the lying, the hitting, the yelling, the going-out-with-every-other-kind-of-person, he STILL runs back to her when she calls. I hate that. I hate her for doing it, and I now hate him the same for continuing it; even after all we talk about and all he talks [LIES] about he still OBVIOUSLY goes back.
Most of all, and worst of all, I hate myself for being such a pathetic wuss, and continuing to let either of them anywhere into my life.
No more.
Please someone shoot me in the foot if I do it again.
ps. expect me to have stubs at the bottom of my legs during the next entry.
pps. see, i even know it'll happen
ppps. gorsh, i hate myself.
Excuse my language, bad grammar and the follow emo-tastic entry. I haven't yet read my last entry, so I'm not positive but I think this one follows along the same lines. But I am seriously starting to feel like I should be wearing heavy eye make up, teased hair and bangs in a 45 degree angle.
I know that I'll never understand them (N and F), but I wish and plead and HOPE that the next time I will know better than to get involved. EVERYTIME I say this, everytime I make a fool out of myself when N leaves me behind for F. Everytime I say "Nope, not again. I'll talk to them out of the goodness of my heart but never again will we be friends." Not only do we become friends but even he says that it just all falls right back into place. The stupidest part? It usually only takes a day or a conversation. That's how pathetic I am. After everything that happens I can't even stay mad or angry or dissapointed or hurt for ONE conversation. I don't know what it is about him. With every other single person who's even slightly hurt me or pissed me off, I've cut them out like ...a coral reef sting...? But with him, I have no idea what it is...just like I have NO idea WHY in the world they keep getting back together. After the cheating, the lying, the hitting, the yelling, the going-out-with-every-other-kind-of-person, he STILL runs back to her when she calls. I hate that. I hate her for doing it, and I now hate him the same for continuing it; even after all we talk about and all he talks [LIES] about he still OBVIOUSLY goes back.
Most of all, and worst of all, I hate myself for being such a pathetic wuss, and continuing to let either of them anywhere into my life.
No more.
Please someone shoot me in the foot if I do it again.
ps. expect me to have stubs at the bottom of my legs during the next entry.
pps. see, i even know it'll happen
ppps. gorsh, i hate myself.
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