Its funny how someone can be your friend one moment and then not give a fuck about you the next.
I told you you’d replace me.

Oh, and incase your wondering:
Yes, this is about you. 

Whatever, fine.

Its not like I wanted to talk to you anyways… 

I don’t know if you’re ignoring me on purpose or not.
All I know is I don’t like it.
It’s actually really pissing me off.
So if you’re doing it to see if I’m going to keep texting and texting you.
You’re wrong.
You’re pushing me away.
And don’t forget: I’ll remember this when you really want to talk to me. 

I’m rough and ridged.
No makeup with my grr face on. 

Blabber blabber, rant rant, blah blah blah. 
You annoy me, I hate you.
Ra Ra Ra. 

So tired. 
But I guess it was worth it.
Danced a lot…
But I didn’t feel to happy.

I guess it was because I didn’t have a real date.
Whenever the slow songs came on, I would walk my sorry ass back to the table.

I felt so stupid and alone.


I don’t think I’ll go to prom if I don’t have a date, I hate feeling like a total reject and so lonely. 

Just saying.

To me, if you are purposely putting your life in danger for “pleasure” or anything along those lines, you’re beyond stupid.
If you could go with out doing this thing, then you should.
But if you don’t care about you’re life or health, why the hell should you care about my opinion about the subject.
Not sure why you are getting so butt hurt (pun intended) about my own opinion about anal sex. Just because I think it’s horribly gross and life threatening, doesn’t mean you have to think the same thing.
Just don’t expect me to feel bad when you are dying because of it.
Because I warned you.