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This diary entry is written by JustImagine__x. ( View all entries )

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Wednesday, 25 March 2009
10:33:22 AM (GMT)
There's been a role reversal here. It seems I have the upper hand, for once.
I've got something you want, and I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you're not taking
this from me. So you're hurt. I couldn't give a fuck. You deserve to be hurt a bit,
seeing as you hurt so many people, yet don't even care. I don't care if I'm being a
bitch, it feels good because this is revenge for all the times you've hurt me. I'm so
done trying to be good enough for you. Why don't you try being good enough for other
people? Nobody has balls enough to tell you what they really think, but I'm not one
of those people. You're a self adoring, pretentious, ego centric bitch, to be quite
honest. I'm so done with you. You wish death on me, tell me to fall off a cliff,
whatever. That's just plain pathetic. It really makes me laugh. I remember now
how it feels to be happy.

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