AWKWARD ZOMBIE

oh, well never mind then


I got excited for a second



thought ACTUAL COOL PEOPLE went to my school

betrippin wrote:oh, well never mind then


I got excited for a second



thought ACTUAL COOL PEOPLE went to my school

D'aww. That'd be pretty cool if we both did. :U

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betrippin wrote:Pleas stop fucking liking everything I say on Facebook. It's fucking annoying when I log on to see 10 notifications telling me you like things that no one has any business liking. Like when I corrected someone on their grammar. Please fucking stop.

Holy crap, you weren't kidding.

You should post something he hates.

Exeres wrote:God damnit, a semester of Psychology does not qualify you to make a diagnosis. Stop talking.

At least they've got anything of Psychology.

I think you are the only person I've ever loved.

i wanted to say this to the persons face but was unable to.

its quite long so small txt has been implemented. quote if you actually wish to read it

I find you, all alone.

I catch you as you fall,

saving you from despair.

You look at me and thank me,

ask me if I would like to get together sometime

I agree with a smile on my lips.

The more I get to know you,

The more I start feeling this emotion.

You gaze into my eyes one day,

and you tell me you love me,

say you want to be with me,

want to love me, be mine.

I rejoice, as I find I love you too,

the perfect woman, the most compassionate,

the most loving, the most caring,

I weep, as I say I would love to.

We walk, we talk.

You hold my hand.

You have a tear in your eye when we part ways.

You are pop flyin' at the mere mention of my name.

You love me.

I do as well.

I constantly think of you,

your mind, your eyes,

your funny little laugh,

your loving embrace.

I will always love you,

I think of us having a home

Having a place to retreat to

Having a loving family

Having love that will be forever.

I think of raising a child with you,

Of the naughty things he or she will do

Of the laughs that we will get

Of the joy that we will share

I love you my dear, with all my heart.



But you tell me one day,

You have met this one man.

Who makes you pop flyin',

Who can be around you constantly

Who you think is kinda cute.

I shrug, laughing at the thoughts

That are starting to brew in my mind.

But you tell me later more about him

And I start to doubt.

I start to question,

Why should you care?

You love me.

You shouldn't care for anyone else.

But one day, you tell me,

We should take a break.

Not see each other

I wonder why on earth

You would ever consider this.

And I start to think even more.

Then one day, you tell me

About the guy you met,

And you kinda like him.

You tell me,

Hes the greatest kisser ever.

I say so what? You love me.

Then you take your time answering.

I start to fear, and you confirm.

You don't love me,

I deny, how can this be

You looked me in the eye

Through tears of happiness,

You declared I would be your only one

As did I, my one and only.

You want to be friends, and I despair.

I want you, you light the fires in my heart.

You squash them, saying you don't feel for me

You don't love me.

You tell me about the things you will do

With this new man in your life

And the seeds of hate, start to grow.

I deal with it, as you compensate me,

Saying you will come back to me,

We are only on a break.

We will get back together

We will love again.

I hope, and that is my undoing.

You tell me you facebattled him again

And I go insane.

I tell you off, for doing such a thing.

You can't understand why I feel this way.

I tell you to never utter his name again in my presence

You constantly defy this simple direction.

I do not love you anymore.

I hate you.

I hate that I loved you

I hate the fact I would've died for you.

I hate what you've done with my heart.

I hate that you've made me into this person.

This creature I've become.

Who swore never to hate a soul.

This anger I feel, oh how I wish I could direct it.

How I wish to vent it upon you.

But I can't, as I have too kind a heart.

So it festers. It boils into destructive nature.

I take it out on my family, I take it out on my friends.

And I cant take it anymore.

I have to say it

I have to tell you

I have to say it to you face

I FUCKING HATE YOU

I wish you would just DIE

You and your lover boy.

Why don't you play in traffic?

Why don't you jump off a bridge?

Why don't you just shoot yourself?

Why don't you just commit suicide?

It would be doing the world a favor.

The only thing you would probably ever succeed in,

Is being a prostitute,

A whore

A ho

A slut

Have fun.

Don't let the door hit your fucking booty on the way out.

Never to love you again.

Good bye.

Don't forget, I hate you.

Always and forever.

I'm leaving

How rude Foo

Yo hitman, I'm sorry man. I know it sucks big time, regardless of when it happened.

"You do know she is just dating you to spite me right? I feel so sorry for you, I know you like her, and she is just using you, like she is using everyone else."

iamthelordhitman wrote:too long; read anyway

Ouch. That's all I can say at this point for you, I'm essentially speechless.

Yeah, I hope you and all your cronies die slow, painful deaths, you overpaid, conceited, condescending, self-satisfied, sorry excuse for a shirt-lifting public schoolboy.

Also... you're a w@nker.


Good day to you, Mr. Manager.

One day, I want to find the guy that made my 9th grade experience a living hell, then kick him in the nads for no other reason than he acted like a major fucking prick.
"OH, BET YOU DON'T LIKE RANDOM ACTS OF DOUCHBAGGERY NOW THAT IT'S HAPPENING TO YOU, HUH?"
Just to release my immature inner angriness

Also to the girl who had no right to barge into my and my friends' lives the way she did, this is years overdue.

"Well. Excuse me for being better than you at things. I know it's new for you, having a friend who's better at dealing with people, smarter, a better performer, and prettier than you because this is the first time you've actually had a chance at a friend that would tolerate you. But guess what, you've lost that. I don't even tolerate you anymore. Get the hell out of my sight. Stop fucking putting me down. You have no right to look at me anymore, and you're only making yourself look worse, you know, by acting like a bitch. For now, I'll try to stay even in the same building as you and hopefully I won't end up evicting the contents of my guts, because that's the most positive response you'll get from me while I'm forced to even acknowledge your existence.
However, one thing that is building my massive wall of hate and rage against you isn't the bullshit that I put up with you; what, you think you're special because you make my high school life as uncomfortable as possible? Trust me, you pathetic piece of shit, you're not even worth the hair that I naturally lose every day. No, the real reason that you are the first human being I truly hate is the way you treat my dad. He doesn't deserve a shred of your bullshit, and he puts up with it a fuck more lot than I do. He's trying to fucking help you, and you just toss it out. You don't deserve his help. He's twice the person you'll ever be. He doesn't hate you, you don't need to hate him. And yet, you fucking do. You don't get it, do you? You are truly pathetic scum, not even worthy of living in the same state as us, and hell, I don't have a superiority complex. This is all true stuff, too bad I know you can never fucking deal with it.
So go have fun feeling sorry for yourself, it's the only thing you'll ever feel. You had a chance and you busted it long ago. Stop acting like you're my friend. You're fucking not. Because all those years ago when you said you knew you were better than me, guess what, I'm the one in college and doing better than ever, and you're struggling, you sickly little stick-in-the-mud.

But you know the real big reason why I'm not telling this to your face and just writing it on some silly forum who will never know your ugly mug?

I'm too daisies nice. That's why I never told it to your face that I hate you."

I'm pretty sure I'd end up saying rude things to people I dislike.

Even those whom I hate deserve the truth.

Oh, trust me, I've said a few things to this girl, but now I really only see her during certain times at church, and calling her out on the cumulative BS during church just seems very... un christianlike. Also during that time I'm usually not that angry anyway and I don't want to say anything I may regret, in case someone who I actually care what they think hears my tirade.