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Saturday, May 05, 2007
5:31 PM
Why? Because I don't see the point any more, and I sense that you're getting sick of letting me win. So now what? How I know, go search on the internet la.
Oh fuck, why am I so bleeding sarcastic now? How I know. I can't feel happy totally, like I'll be sarcastic, then a lil upset & all that. Shitz, am I even making sense now? Don't know la. Stewpit.
"I'm sorry you were unfortunate to get a boyfriend with minimum contactibility."
Oh how apt. Since I'm so sarcastic, thought I'd deal with sarcasm wonderfully. But maybe not. So you think you've done your best? What's all that shit about having minimum resources? If you meant to call, you could easily go over to the phone, dial my fucking number and wait for the phone to ring, and hear a jerky voice saying, "hi, I thought you'd never call." I wish I could see you bleed now, hear your tortured cry, it's like a source of comfort, letting me know how real everything that's happening is. I wish the tears would stop falling, wetting my table and shirt.
Fucking bastard just stepped into the house, and he's bloody fuck shouting at me again. Oh thanks ah, I know I'm not good at anything, don't have to remind me. Please look in the mirror. What are you good at? Shouting and screaming at people when you yourself don't have anything under your belt. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Reading the bible also wrong. Screw you la. You come home, eat, shower then play your dumb x-box. What rights do you have to say that I'm not good at anything? Just because you ejected a few million sperms into that woman's womb and I happen to be the product of it? Ah damn you.
I hate suicidal thoughts. Gah, go away please.
Okay, I wish I had the guts to slit my skinny ass wrist.
Ouch, it hurts damn bad.
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