[By the way, thank you for driving yet another knife into my back. Thank you for talking shit about me behind my back (and to my boyfriend, no less, which isn’t a very good idea because [a] he doesn’t tolerate that shit as much as I don’t tolerate you telling me how much you don’t like him behind his back and [b] we tell each other about those things in order to avoid hypocritical bitches like you) even though I still thought about you and cared about you enough to check up on you when I was worried about your well-being.
Part of me doesn’t know why I’m disappointed, honestly, because it’s not the first time you’ve fucked up when it’s come to our friendship.
It’s not the first time you’ve flat-out disgusted me.
It’s not the first time you’ve angered me.
It’s not the first time you didn’t tell me the truth (Sound familiar? No?) straight up to my face when you had the fucking chance.
It’s not the first time you’ve been secretive with me because you’re too much of a little coward to say anything to me about what you really think.
The other part of me thinks, Well, I thought she’d changed, and, for a while, I believed you had, because you said it and showed it. That must not run for long in your family, though, because you’ve been off and on since we met with being a little emo bitch or a sweet angel feigning innocence (when, in all reality, you were just seeking redemption, like the fucking rest of us, except most of the people I know don’t fuck around with people’s emotions and heads like you’ve always done).
No more.
I’m done.
If you want to talk, you start the conversation, and you better be prepared for some of my (in)famous bluntness, because if you ask me about this, you’re getting the answer straight-up. (That also must not sound familiar to you.)
Here’s a little tip, also: If you’re going to talk shit about me, my boyfriend is probably not the best person to sling the mud to, because he does tell me what you say and he does hate it, probably more than I do, and you can probably already guess (I would hope) that he hates you now, too.
Have fun prancing around happy as fuck, you stupid whore.]
Yes.
I am very glad I got that off my chest.
Do I give a fuck if you hate it?
No. Quite frankly, I don’t, and those of you bitching behind my back about my bitching can suck my figurative dick, because you won’t have to worry about it on here anymore.
Seriously. I’m done.
Ta.
1. Dyed your hair an odd color.
2. Went skinny dipping.
3. Bought something you didn’t need.
4. Snuck out of your house.
5. Became obsessed with a song no one knew.
6. Learned a song on your phone with your keypad.
7. Knitted something.
8. Ran a mile.
9. Fell in love. (I’ve been in love.
11. Lost your closest friends.
12. Gotten into a fight with someone you love(d).
13. Climbed a tree.
14. Did something you said you wouldn’t. (I promised him I wouldn’t do it anymore, though, and I haven’t.)
15. Figured out who your real friends are.
16. Graduated high school.
17. Shopped online.
18. Created a Tumblr.
19. Gotten addicted to Tumblr. (It’s starting to wear off, honestly.)
20. Realized who you truly are.
21. Sank karaoke.
22. Flew across the world.
23. Performed in front of a large audience.
24. Met someone (boy/girl) you found online.
25. Found a new band you now love.
26. Realized that Kanye West essentially sucked.
27. Gotten drunk.
28. Gotten high.
29. Spoken to a police officer.
30. Realized everyone is a hypocrite and just fucking sucks.
31. Panicked over something stupid.
32. Failed a class.
33. Fell out of love.
34. Played a videogame for four hours straight.
35. Spent time with your family. (Gross.)
36. Eaten dinner alone.
37. Cried in the shower.
38. Gained a new family member.
39. Shot off your own fireworks.
40. Made a snowman.
41. Gotten yelled at for no reason.
42. Waved at people you didn’t know in passing cars.
43. Sat on Tumblr all day.
44. Changed your entire look.
45. Had sex. (… Ummm…. .____. ?)
46. Ran outside naked when it was freezing.
47. Made your own fire.
48. Laughed at something that made no sense.
49. Fallen asleep on the phone.
50. Told someone you loved them.
Every time XDD
omg r u guys watching me in the shower because this is right on point ):
hate reblog ifs but oh my gosh I thought I was the only one :D
LMFAO!
HAHA. I’m not alone :D
OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE TOO.
Toshio… >
(via ache)
(via ache)
• A baby fox (i.e. fox plush) named Little Tai. :3c
• Trigun Maximum, volume FOURTEEN! (I can finally finish the series! ;w;)
• Sony E-Series Walkman.
• An artist’s journal (to sketch in as much as my little heart contents).
• New graphite pencils for drawing.
• A new wireless mouse.
• A shiny black desk lamp.
• Dragonball Z: The History of Trunks. :D
• Some new pajamas.
This is probably the first Christmas I’ve come anywhere close to getting everything I wanted. (Go figure: I didn’t want much this year, compared to how much I always wanted as a kid.)
There’s still something missing, though.
He knows who he is, and I hope he knows that, even though I can’t be with him this Christmas, I love him very much.
How was everyone else’s morning?
(via pengwin)
I want them changed back into fruit shapes.
The spheres are disgusting.
I told you guys I would let you know.
I’m so glad I’ve begun drawing and writing again.
I’ve missed it, terribly.
Now I feel nice at home with dA again.
L;ASJDF;LKJASDF;LASKDJFLASKF JADSL;FKJASDFLASKJDF;LKASDJF
WHY CAN I NOT HAVE THIS SORT OF LUCK? WHY?
It’s still fucking neat, though. (:
