Tuesday, 18 May 2010
09:27:50 PM (GMT)
Okay, so there are a lot of things right now that are just downing my mood. And in
order for my mood to get better, I have to let them out. On paper? I coooould. But
that's not as fun as spilling your heart out in the good ol' diary.
First of all, YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE. I regret meeting you, I regret helping
you, and most of all, I regret introducing you to this site.
This website was supposed to be fun for me. But ever since you fucking joined, it's
been hell for me.
All you do is complain and whine ALL DAY LONG, and you're up some imaginary guy's ass
who doesn't even give a shit.
NOBODY CARES. Did you get that? No? Well, here I go once again, trying to ram some
information in your head, although it goes through one ear and out the other.
I thought you actually cared about me. Hmm, proved that right when you betrayed me
for someone you don't even know.
You literally disgust me. I want to puke everytime I see a twit belonged to you, or
your name, or anything.
And what kind of username is that? EMO WANNABE MUCH? Yeah, well, it doesn't surprise
me. You always were like that. Pretending to be a faggot so you'd get five minutes of
By the way, none of my twits were about you. Honestly. If they were, I'd come out and
say your name. Everyone's life doesn't revolve around you, you know.
Anyway, I've been meaning to ask, WHAT KIND OF WORLD ARE YOU LIVING IN? I've said it
before, but your whole life is just one big fairytale.
Dude. Get a real boyfriend. Get a real life, instead of wasting all of your time on a
fucking PENPAL WEBSITE. You're pathetic.
And for the record, you're NOT on top of the world. Besides your online friends, you
have NOTHING. I haven't met you, yet I seem to just know these things.
You're just a wannabe, and you always will be. You were supposed to "change" a bunch
of times, but hmm, you never really have.
But wanna know what's the saddest part? You're right. I can't get over it. I just
can't. Sucks for me, right? You've had my heart for so long that when I try to let
go, I CAN'T DO IT.
I hate you for that. I hate you for everything you've ever put me through. I hate
But at the same time, I love you. I still WANT to help you. I still feel the need to
put up with your shit.
WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME? Do you get some kind of sick pleasure from this? I really
hope you're happy.
Do you KNOW how many tears I've shed over you?
I really hope you see this, and I really hope you realize what you've put me through
for the past 4 years (this year, mostly).
Anyway, I'm done here, I hope you get the message.
And this might sound absolutely ridiculous, but I'm not kidding when I say "Go die".
Do you know how much easier that would be on me?
Congrats. You've made me insane.
PS. I might possibly quit Kupika. It seems like it's the only way I'll truly get away
And you DON'T know how much I need that.
Last edited: 19 May 2010
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