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Thursday, February 05, 2009

Fuck. What have I just done? My life = One Big Mess.

[EDIT]
Scratch that. Why the hell am I blaming myself what you've done to me. Dayum I really wasn't thinking straight last night. Gosh I'm really tired of people thinking what a fantastic God-fearing, law abiding and most of all kind and benevolent man you are. Can there be anyone whose more hypocritical than you are. *cough* 100% Pharisee *cough cough* Wait till they find out that you personify, Slimeball. Yup. I'm tired of censoring my words out here, and this time I've come to the end of my tether, literally. Last night was basically symbolic of me breaking free. Yeah sure you think you're fucking smart making life a super bitch for me, using reverse psychology to try and make me do what you want. I'm sorry to say that I can see through your simple ploys, and you disgust me you snivelling coward. What a jerk-off. When I do get to you...you'll be effing sorry that you ever crossed me this way.

And if I can't finish my final script on time, it's your bloody fault you unreasonable bloody asshole. Now how about you do me a favour, and go to hell.

Anger, not red hot but ice cold.