⦁ Dramas ✍ → Vent ← ✍
The exams are officially over. And I thought I was over stress until you backstabbing bitches decided to appear, leaving me a long fucking trail of hurtful, actions. Yes, I am judgemental. Yes, I discriminate people a hell lot. Yes, I am a bitch but I know when not to, so cut the bullshit. You hate me? Oh, funny, because I've never liked all five of you. I thought all you hated this one certain bitch in class that tried so fucking hard to be my friend? Oh, wait. No, you've recruited her in your lame ass clique. Ah, so what now? You're gonna steal my best friend away from me? So that I'm left all alone? And the fucking nerve of you to ask her why I've been looking so sad these few days. What the fuck? You caused this. Sorry, not sorry but I hope you know I'm not at all sad. Yes, I'm acting tough, and I do feel hurt but do I look like care? No. Deep down I'm dying to break down crying, trying to absorb all of this but I'm staying strong. I mean, what's the point of crying over cunts like you all? None. There's no point. Right at this very moment the tears are rising but no, I'm not letting them escape. After all, I'm independent. I've gone through enough shit ever since I was nine. I know this feeling because I've already gone through this stage but seems like it's back to haunt me. You hate me for me, don't you? Good to know. I'll improve, but just so you know, I'll never talk to any of you again. Not now, not ever, not in the future, never. I'm Cancer. A Cancer doesn't hide their hatred towards something they hate a lot. So don't worry if I don't like you, you would know. One way or another, you would know because I would show it. And by then, it'll be fucking hard to earn back my respect for you. Trust me to have thought of all of you as my pretty good friends. Now all of you are back to let my negative side come around to bite me in the ass, eh? Very nice, all you fucking nerves. Thanks. Thanks for putting me through this now, preparing me for what's to come in the future. You hurt me, you're not leaving just like that. I hope you've learnt enough about me during our time together. When I was 9, I was cheeky. When I was 10, I was naughty. When I was 11, I was notorious. When I was 12, I was a rebel. Now I'm 13, and I'm no longer all of the below. I'm way past a rebel and I'll planning for revenge...and my plans would never fail to succeed. Stick in your group, oh. You little immature, intellectual dumbfucks. Next year when we're back as 14 year olds...watch your fucking backs, backstabbers. My avenge will be biting all of you fucking whores in the ass and I'll make sure you won't lead a happy school life. Go on gossipping about me! I don't care, I really no longer do. Just watch out, because with each year that goes by, I become worse. And by the time we go to College, oh. We're free. You're free, I'm free, we're all free. And that's when I'll take things millions of level worse. Call me a psycho, but my mind has been made. Besides, we all know you all are the ones who are insane. Again I say, watch out, and never look back. And fuck no, I'm not killing, dumbass.
