If certain people (who can drop off the face of the earth---painfully, if possible) are wondering why I haven't spoken to them in three days, maybe they should stop being such a hypocritical bitch.
Or, even said person weren't to have been so unneccisarily rude, they need to stop being so wonky about Bobby & guys in general anyway.
It's one thing to say "I have an entire private Livejournal entry about how creepy you are. ... It's like, this long **Gestures**" to a person's face. When the entry (seems as if it) is inspired due to indirect knowledge of a statement-in-passing by way of a freind not known for their specific memory, it's even worse. When such secondhand knowledge is believed over a (now former) freind's protestations of it's fallacity, you start to seem like a bitch. When, after a person repeatedly stalks a person, repeatedly admits to such, and thinks nothing of it, then attempts to explain why it's a evilevilbad thing that I did something remotely stalker-esque, to the point of me being creepy, I see no reason to associate with said certain people (who should drop off the face of the earth---painfully, if possible). And when certain people, who used to be considered my closest freind, don't even attempt to hear out my part of the story, they can just skip death and go right to Hell. Unless it doesn't exist, in which case they can just die. Painfully.
Bitch.
...Oh, and today was the last day of my school year.
...And my brother Graduated Sunday.
Or, even said person weren't to have been so unneccisarily rude, they need to stop being so wonky about Bobby & guys in general anyway.
It's one thing to say "I have an entire private Livejournal entry about how creepy you are. ... It's like, this long **Gestures**" to a person's face. When the entry (seems as if it) is inspired due to indirect knowledge of a statement-in-passing by way of a freind not known for their specific memory, it's even worse. When such secondhand knowledge is believed over a (now former) freind's protestations of it's fallacity, you start to seem like a bitch. When, after a person repeatedly stalks a person, repeatedly admits to such, and thinks nothing of it, then attempts to explain why it's a evilevilbad thing that I did something remotely stalker-esque, to the point of me being creepy, I see no reason to associate with said certain people (who should drop off the face of the earth---painfully, if possible). And when certain people, who used to be considered my closest freind, don't even attempt to hear out my part of the story, they can just skip death and go right to Hell. Unless it doesn't exist, in which case they can just die. Painfully.
Bitch.
...Oh, and today was the last day of my school year.
...And my brother Graduated Sunday.
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