SCREW ELLA. SCREW HER SCREW HER SCREW HER SCREW HER, FUCK.
I HATE HER.
SHE'S THE WORST, AND I CALLED HER MY FRIEND.
SHE'S FUCKING TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME.
AND I KNOW IT BECAUSE I WALKED TO HER TABLE WHERE SHE WAS SITTING AT THE LIBRARY AND SHE SAID "shut up here she comes" and she turned away.
FUCK HER, GOOD RIDDANCE, WHO NEEDS HER WHO CARES???
AND IF YOU KNEW ME WELL, YOU'D KNOW HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE IS TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME.
I HATE HER
HATE HER
HATE HER
HATE HER.
AND SHE MAKES HERSELF BE CALLED MY FRIEND.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, THEY'RE LAUGHING AND STUFF.
WORST OF ALL. SHE KNOWS I LIKE JULIAN! AND HE DOESN'T KNOW IT. WHAT IF HE FINDS OUT?
THE LAST CRUSH I HAD, I HAD SOMEONE TELL HIM AND HE WAS LIKE "okay. I would never date her anyway"
JUST FUCK FEELINGS, FUCK EVERYTHING.
EVERYTHING
BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THAT.
RIGHT?
oh well, i guess i'm paranoid.
Because of my, well , bipolarity............................................................
typo.
GUYS, U KNOW WHAT. I DON'T CARE IF PEOPLE IS TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME. I JUST FIND IT RUDE AND I FIND IT DISRESPECTFUL.
FUCK'EM
YOU ARE READING
Why? Why me?
Non-FictionI was happy, I was, for the first time, feeling happy. Until this happened. This is, a story based on real events, not invented. This is like my public diary. For more details about this story, read.
