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notesinbluearg! i hate you! fuck you! ahhh! fucking die!
or at least, that's what i want to say. the princess of cups has stolen my vacation. back when we still confided in each other i told her i wanted to drive into the desert, just me and Edward Abbey, for spring break. she sort of mocked me when i told her, missing the point entirely and saying something about Vegas. but guess what she's doing for break?
i want to choke the life out of her. she's going with her shiny new friends too, 'cause finding new fresh gullible friends is easier than being decent enough to keep her old ones. it's not so much that she stole my idea (although i wonder what other ideas of mine she will pilfer and call her own). it's that now the trip is tainted for me. i don't even know if i want to go anymore. and if i do go i'll be constantly anxious that i'll run into her. i know the odds are low, but it won't matter. feelings are feelings. i hate her for taking one more thing away from me. i hate that she keeps posting 'yay! my life is wonderful, i love my new friends, everything couldn't be better' entries. i hate it. and i'm ashamed to admit i hate her.
i feel used. she fucking dumped me and i didn't even get the dear john letter. fuck her. i hope one day she is in as bad a place as i was and her fucking bestfriend abandons her just as she abandon me. complete with her friend being really mean and lying to her for no apparent reason. i would wish that back upon her threefold so that she might know what it felt like. even then she might not comprehend because she's so childish and self absorbed. she's a selfish bitch, and i wish she would drop off the face of the earth so i could be totally rid of her. fuck her.
*spits and utters a curse*
or at least, that's what i want to say. the princess of cups has stolen my vacation. back when we still confided in each other i told her i wanted to drive into the desert, just me and Edward Abbey, for spring break. she sort of mocked me when i told her, missing the point entirely and saying something about Vegas. but guess what she's doing for break?
i want to choke the life out of her. she's going with her shiny new friends too, 'cause finding new fresh gullible friends is easier than being decent enough to keep her old ones. it's not so much that she stole my idea (although i wonder what other ideas of mine she will pilfer and call her own). it's that now the trip is tainted for me. i don't even know if i want to go anymore. and if i do go i'll be constantly anxious that i'll run into her. i know the odds are low, but it won't matter. feelings are feelings. i hate her for taking one more thing away from me. i hate that she keeps posting 'yay! my life is wonderful, i love my new friends, everything couldn't be better' entries. i hate it. and i'm ashamed to admit i hate her.
i feel used. she fucking dumped me and i didn't even get the dear john letter. fuck her. i hope one day she is in as bad a place as i was and her fucking bestfriend abandons her just as she abandon me. complete with her friend being really mean and lying to her for no apparent reason. i would wish that back upon her threefold so that she might know what it felt like. even then she might not comprehend because she's so childish and self absorbed. she's a selfish bitch, and i wish she would drop off the face of the earth so i could be totally rid of her. fuck her.
*spits and utters a curse*
