Whatever. I cried today. Whatever.
I'm a stone cold bitch. I understand that. But I will not have my words twisted against me. I refuse. I know it's a coping mechanism, so I just really hope that like. Ugh. I'm awful. I'm not going to try and justify this to either of you anymore. I'm done with this situation.
--This was a good thing for me. I'm glad I auditioned. I know myself better now.
UGH. This is so LAME. Goddamn it. Just like.
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When you tell my friends things about me, they come and tell me. So let's all shut the fuck up, okay? Okay thanks.
Dear hot girl in front of Jamba Juice,
I can sing better than that, I promise. You have nice hair. Funny because that's what we were talking about before I started badly wailing the Stones.
Dear future AnybodyImportantInMyLife,
If ever there comes a time when you want to drive me away or shut me out or make me feel awful and insecure and sort of self-hating, use the word 'uncomfortable'. It's a quick fix; I'll stay away for a good few days.
Dear You,
Get your shit together and stop giving me a headache. Nothing works out for you, the end. Get over it. Your ring is stupid. Your thing with tuxedos is also stupid, especially since you're gay as fuck and it shouldn't be a thing. Drink more water. Quit it with the expectations.
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