Ironic

You know, all this time, all this time that has passed, that has disappeared before my very eyes... All this time I've been sitting here. Feeling sorry for myself. Missing that point in my life. Missing how happy I was with everything. Missing your friendship... And come to find out, you can't even attend a common friends going away party because you don't want to chance seeing me??? You need to get over yourself. You're really not that important. Or that special. I have faith in knowing that I am nothing like you, after all, what kind of a person waits for a holiday to come around to end things. A spineless one, that's what kind. Hey, I've got an idea, send me a post card when you make it to hell. Lest you're there already.

Then send me two.

Bad Blood?

Your final entry in my life was a submission on a Deviant Art journal entry? House hold harmony ruined? Good to know. Good. To. Know.

Walk

No one ever came to my rescue. No one ever comes to my rescue. And no one ever will.

I'll Never Mean To You What You Mean To Me

I've never felt so forgotten. You never fail to make me feel like shit. To make my friendship to you feel so meaningless. I know you don't do it on purpose... but, you do.

Copy Cat

It's like you moved right in and fucking copied me. Legit. Befriend them all, one by one, and then watch them all FUCK YOU OVER. One. By. One. Cunt.

Forgotten

You know what sucks? Watching your life long friends move in and become good friends with the people from your past who left you behind. It sucks. I have to sit here and watch it. I have to sit here and remember how easily I was left behind and left out... All the while, I sit here and remember my past and remember those people with fondness and love and want nothing more than to be acknowledged by these people again.

For Fucking Serious?

So, I’m lying here in bed watching the movie “Bridesmaids” which is fucking hilarious by the way; I was dying four minutes into the flick. Well I let the credits play through ‘cause it was an interesting ending song so I decide to do my normal “brain-dead” internet thing. Go on Facebook. As I sit here, reading through all my friends’ stories, which I can see if any of my friends comment on, (annoying by the way!) and I’m gradually getting more and more ticked off. Shit pisses me off, man. I see a stupid comment and I want to say something, like “shut the fuck up, your hair is DYED blond, bitch”. But I don’t, because I don’t want to start “drama”. But man, fuck that shit. It’s not drama if it’s true. People piss me off to no avail. Women. Psshh. Are you fucking serious bitch? You all fucking sell yourselves out for a god damn compliment. And MEN. God. PATHETIC. You make fucking sport out of getting women to sell themselves out like that. You’re all fucking stupid. There’s no one left on this stupid fucking planet that’s real.

Seriously. I’m sick of making new friends. They fuck me over. Every time. I’m sick of trying. I’m sick of meeting these cool people and being like “yeah they’re cool, maybe I’ll open up to them” only to be tossed the fuck aside for a fucking guy. What the fuck? Who the fuck DOES that?! Fuck man. Fuck that shit.
I used to have such a passion for people. I gave everyone a second chance. I was that person who was there. And then… It took me one minute to fall in love with the 6 people I shared my living space with who took 8 months to falsely lure me into a lull of confidence in their returned love which was snatched away from me in the course of a five minute conversation of how I’d cleaned out the fridge and it’s taken me 2 years to be able to write about it because it still burns deep down. You’re all cunts and I hope I get the chance to tell it to your faces one day.