Quotes/Poems About Life

Rant 1

Ok so I really need to rant right now like its bothering me so much! It needs to be out of my system. I might make two other chapters about rant and things I just want to get out so I can enjoy my summer peacefully.

Ok so where do I start? Oh yeah sixth grade. I was quiet emo kid who always wore a jacket no matter how hot it was. You were the wannabe the got dumped by your friends your second month there. You DECIDED to be my friend. I had no fucking saw in it! I didn't want you there! But no you didn't care what I said! You followed me everywhere and I have no idea why!!!

If you were trying to get your old friends jealous thats not gunna work! They have nothing to be jealous about! Plus I'm there friend too so you don't get anything out of it.

I eventually learned to live with it but then you made it hard! You started to hit me! Like what the fuck! What did I do? You probably thought that you were messing around and I guess so did everyone else cuz no one said anything! I guess I was used to it since I never said anything or showed that it hurt because evryone does it.

Then you found out I cut. What did you do? Fuckind slapped me. Like that's gunna make me stop? It's just making it worst but I could never tell you that. You would make very one turn against me cuz you befriended everyone I know. Most of them don't even like you yet they listen to you. I guess you could say you were a damn bully.

A few years later I find out you were talking behind my back. Calling me an attention whore because I cut. You know damn well I'm no attention whore! I don't fucking flaunt my scars and cuts everywhere to everyone! Like omg look at my arm its bleeding haha I need help.

Bitch sit your ass down.

I cover them for a reason! No one is supposed to know! Most of the reason people know is because you yelled it to the fucking world while dragging me and showing people. I only tell people because they found out. I slipped up! What was i going to say? My cat scratched me? I don't have a cat and everyone knows. Plus cats don't scratch every inch of your arm at once.

I guess what I'm saying is that I'm tired of all your bullshit. Sick and tired of it. You even act like everything ok during the last week of school! Like you called me an attention whore.

I wish I had the guts to say this to your face but sadly I don't.

Adios bitch. I hope you go to hell.

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Sorry for all the cussing. It's been bothering me since my friend showed me that note and I'm having a real hard time coping with it. It's always in my mind and its diving me insane. Ill probably end up deleting this chapter after a week since I don't think you guys care a out that part of my life...

Also thanks for 100 reads I'm kinda late on that. It's. it alot but it brings a small smile to face.

So bye.