FUCK. YOU.
It just feels so good to say that. Maybe I don't really need revenge. This tit for tat game is fucking stupid. You treated me like shit, and right now I'm eating shit out of your hand. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH MY GAME?? Damn, all that sentimental shit has taken the hard out of me.
Well, this ends here, now, tonight. Meaning, I'mma wake up Stone Cold Steve Austin style LIKE A BOSS. I hate this trapped animal feeling. I don't need you, I don't need them, I don't need anybody but the people I love, and I can only count them on one hand, sometimes two. You're not one of those fingers, but I'd gladly show you one.
You're so goddamn fake too. I don't need any more of these 'fair weather' friends in my life; or more accurately, you get at me when your life is standing still. I've weeded most of that shit out of my life.
Ps, talk is cheap. You have something to say about everything. Fucking do it already! Stop telling me over and over like you're bragging, just fucking do it. Jesus.
Plus, I think I got fucking pink eye. Stop farting in my eye asshole.
I AM GOING TO BED PISSED NOW...like a boss.
But I'll wake up stronger. Everyday is proof of that.
<3
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