Ai no inori.

I’ve cheated on every person I’ve dated in some way shape or form, with or without a decent excuse.

Things like this are why I don’t have a Facebook. Yet this morning, has been beyond entertaining. Who would have thought it would have taken me until I was a senior to have a backbone.

And who would have thought my freshman year love for Fall Out Boy would have been right this time:

‘Champange For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends.’

I Am Going To Murder The Person That Told Him This Was A Good Idea.

..Let Me See You Fuck With Me. I’ve Got A Size Fourteen, Make My Day And Step To Me. I’ll Be Steppin’ On Your Throat By The Curb With My Louis V’s, You’ll Be Missin’ Teeth, Screamin’ ‘Mama’ Like You Breast Feed.”

I know that you will probably have no idea that I’m talking to you right now, but I am, and I was and I will continue to. That’s right, THIS is all about you, but this post not everything else in life. I know that comes as a shocker to you though. Sorry you had to find out from me.

“Replace The ‘Fuck’ With ‘Thank You’, Talk Your Trash, You Make Me Laugh. We Have That Thing You Wish You Had. Let It Sink In, Here We Are, Back Again…We Raise Our Glass, This One’s Heres To You: F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.”

Oh, And One More Thing, Apparently I’m Better At Being Fake Than You Are, Or You Would Have Noticed My Irritation A While Ago.

And With That:
“I Do What I Want, And I Mean What I Say. You’ve Said Your Peace, Now Stay The Fuck Away. I Love My Life The Way It Is, And Now You’re Gone It’s None Of Your Business. Hate If Will, It’s All Good, You Think You’re Queen, You’ve Got Shit To Prove. You Won’t Corner Me. Can’t Destroy Me, Cage Me, Contain Me, I’ll Still Break Free. Irony And Reality, Let’s Face The Fact, I’ve Had Enough Without Fighting Back. Monopolize Your World, To Hate The Unknown. You Can’t Justify, And I Won’t Conform. You Think You Have It All, But Not My Soul. I’m Taking A Stand, I’m Losing Control. Minds Blank Emotions, A Social Disease, Your Hate Produced, A Whole Other Breed. With Our Eyes Wide Open, Our Fists Closed Shut, If You Push Us To Our Limit, We Will Have To Fuck You up.”

Of Course, All Of This Is Just Metaphorical, I Would Never Hit A Child. No Matter How Badly I Wanted To. Have A Good Day. :]

…if you look like Jayy Von Monroe when you come home tomorrow, I will kill you.”

I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow, there’s a 70% chance that I will look like Jayy Von Monroe. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to die…with awesome-ass hair.

You don’t even know the wrath of which you have provoked. You can’t possibly have any idea. I’m done tolerating you, you pathetic excuse for a human being. I. Hope. You. Fucking. Bleed.

That’s the name of the song I am currently listening to. (: It’s by Chiodos.

This afternoon, I went to Erich’s, oddly, I am comfortable at his house, and we watched a movie together, and we litterly talked for like thirty minutes, just totally honest, he told me to fuck everyone else, I was an amazing person, and I needed to love myself, and that was all that matters. He told me that I was pretty, and that I shouldn’t have to have anyone to tell me that I was beautiful to believe it. He also told me that, he loved what he and I had, that we could be totally honest with eachother, about our insecurities and problems, and nothing stop us from helping the other. He said he never wanted to loose what we had, and he’d do his best not to mess it up in anyway. And, he said that I was one of his best friends, and he trusted me, enough to tell me anything.

When people tell me things like that, I feel like my life has a purpose. Sincerly.

..Oh, wait you can’t even get laid.

I don’t think I meant to start this off that mean. Eh, fuck it, yes I did. I really can’t believe you, actually I can, nothing should suprise me from you anymore. But this is pretty low, even for you. Get over yourself, get over me. You had your chance, and you blew it. A long time ago, now you’re just pissing people off. And honestly, I don’t care even more, I don’t CARE if you know what I think about you, I really don’t.

I. Fucking. Hate. You. You fake cunt.

“What’s wrong babe, did daddy not give you enough attention?”-Chiodos

The End. (: