im sick of methamphetamine making promises she just cant keep,..

so, since i'm terribly bored, and in a meh mood, i suppose its time for "LETS BITCH ABOUT SOMEONE IN A FEW SHORT LINES/A PARAGRAPH AND LEAVE PEOPLE TO GUESS WHO THE BITCHING IS ABOUT!" time.
yaaay!

~ yeah, hi. i don't know. we are meant to be friends but you just.. annoy me.. with your presence.. this isn't working out and i feel bad for ignoring you, but if i spend time listening to you i just might punch you in the face. with a knife. also, STOP TOUCHING ME AND EVERYONE ELSE. it makes me want to curbstomp puppies. its not hate but it soon will be.

~ o hay, we used to be super close in the earlier years of highschool but these days you're just.. weird. i don't know. but as the aforementioned you annoy me. stop throwing yourself on every boy in a ten mile radius of you while you have a boyfriend, k? ... btw, what happened to us? i missed the memo.

~ when i grow up i want to be a forrester run through the moss on high heels thats what i'll do throwing out the boomerang waiting for it to come back to meoh wait this isn't bitching this is song lyrics

~ you.. i don't even know what to say. stop pretending to be latino you assyrian kient, gtfo out of my house and my room. and dont you ever jack off in that bed again. IT WAS SPOSED TO BE MY BED! but no. instead you desperately fumble through that box of porn under your bed, sadly wanking yourself off to a feeble sgh of an orgasm cos its basically a chore now and no girl wants a boy like you. and yeah. we all know about the box.

~ you left me. you left me for america and never came back, never gave me a clue if you were even still alive or not a year ago. then you just randomly start talking to me like nothings changed.. a fucking lot has changed. its a mix of love and hate. i cant figure out which..

~ yeah, hi. don't talk to your little brother about me k? don't stare at me as if i had green skin (as cool as that would be) every time i walk past you. we never were friends, never will be, and if i'm lucky you aren't doing extension english so i wont have to see your fuggers pimple infested face every day for the next two years. okay some of that was superficial but i really dont like you, which is the point of all this :)

~ we started off really awesome, but somewhere in febuary we lost it. don't insult the people i know for things they are GOOD at that you can't even do yourself, get your head out of your ass long enough to smell the fresh air and get over yourself, thankss. oh and get off of /b/. fag. i can barely stand it when you talk to me now, as rare as the occaision is. so hard not to flip out on you then block and delete you for ever and ever and

~ oh god where to BEGIN with you. we were all good in year 7, but you spread some rumours and was a total bitch. and i'm not stupid.. i knew all of your "boyfriends" were fake. i just didnt want to embarass you. though you never owned up. of course you wouldnt. you're a liar and scum. and not hot, please stop taking picture after picture of yourself. you should get your head out of your ass too. when you were gone .. oh lord that was so fun, but now that you're back.. eh.. please just don't come back to the school next year. it might make me excited to go for once.

~ i only hate you sometimes. like you said, you chose quantity over quality, and you regret it. but only sometimes.

~ so so so much of my time wasted on you.. you knew how i felt the whole time and all i got was
your worst. stop coming to me for your problems, you blew your chance buddy. i would have liked to be friends but if you cant even apologize for everything you put me through then fuck that, kay darling.



hm. more to come?