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Thursday, June 25, 2009

♥ are you SERIOUS?

what the FUCK?
"that was meant for nicole tralala"
....
i don't fucking CARE what the fuck that even means
if i'm out trying to keep away from any closeness from any male figure.
and i get some ghetto ass word sounding 94659843% sexual in a fucking TEXT MESSAGE
not even INTENDED FOR ME? but to your "BEST FRIEND".
i have no right to get PISSED OFF?
legit i basically started crying.
after YESTERDAY too.
ALL OF THAT FUCKING SHIT.
i asked 9 people what they thought swag was.
"it sounds sexual..."
LIKE REALLY.
NINE.
PEOPLE.
PLUS ME.
:@.
holy FUCK.
i don't even want to fucking know what you two say to each other now.
i'm fucking PISSED.
and no worries about the whole "don't talk to me thing"
because i'm not going to fucking CONNECT or DISCUSS a fucking thing like that.
to a boy who won't even CONSIDER what he sends.
especially when a word, some ghetto ass word, that sounds degrading and fucking desperate appears out of no where.
you apologize man, don't expect one from me first.
AT ALL..
okay? GREAT.
and what's better? i KNOW you don't care enough to even do so.
fuck you.
legit.
i'm so fucking pissed
that's HUMILIATING.

I AM GRUMPY.
5:06 PM


basically



      the grumpy toast is very grumpy. beware, this toast bites. :)

      i'm sixteen
      i don't want to grow up
      i'm so scared, yet so excited for what's coming.

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