Wednesday, August 25

Hey, hey, hey! Guess what? I've just been backstabbed again! Woo-hoo. Yippee-ki-yi-yi-yo! What can I say? I just poured out my heart only to have it ripped out, trampled, bulldozed and pinned to an iceberg with a nice big fat red dart. Life couldn't have been better.

Well, guess what, motherfuckers?? I swore yesterday that if it ever came to extremes, I'd walk away. And you so-call hoped that I wouldn't. But now, I've made up my mind. I'm outta here. You know, maybe I didn't deserve you guys in the first place & maybe you didn't deserve me too. All the same, I thought that after I poured out my feelings, you'd understand. But you don't even have a fucking clue, don't you?

You just used the information I so readily gave you against me. This is second fucking time that I've been backstabbed. How does it feel?? Oooh, great. Fabulous. Couldn't have said it better myself. You guys knew where my weakest point was & you used it against me. I should've seen it coming. I should've. Well, I fucked up again. Are you happy now, you assholic nitwits? Are you reading this?? If you are, good. God bless you.

I don't give a fuck anymore. Those whom can't take my vulgar language can damn well leave this site & I hope you never come back, you rotting corpses. I'll probably keep quiet in front of you guys but guess what? I'll be bitching in my blogger & I don't give a bloody fuck! Those whom have read my blog before & have seen a particular vulgar blog entry that I'd written & can't accept it, well, too fucking bad. You can screw yourselves front & back until your fucking eyeballs roll at the backs of your worthless, asinine heads. This is MY blog, you bloody shitheads, not yours. No one asked you to come here & poke your fat pimply noses phlgemy noses into my blog. You can't take it? You don't accept? Fine. Leave. Get out. Don't ever come back.

I don't care if I'm insulting anyone; right now, I don't even care if I get 'tikam-ed' from behind because of my mouth. If you're one of those people, well fuck it, take a number & get in line. How could I possibly missed it when I poured out everything in front of you? You were probably laughing your fucking head off when I was crying. You were probably thinking how stupid I was for revealing my feelings. Now, that makes you even worse than the fucking scum of the Earth. You don't even deserve to be the dirt from the soles of my shoes. You're even lower than thet. And yet, you call ourselves my friends and sympathetically say you understand?

You still wanna read? Go ahead. See what I have to say about you, you lame-brained dick-headed shits. You knew that I was backstabbed before, you knew that. You knew how I felt about friendships & despite my character with flaws, you knew how particular I felt about this one thing in my life. You even came to me for help, which I so freely gave. I gave you my fucking help.

I gave you my fucking trust, you fucker. I TRUSTED you. Does that mean anything to you? For that matter, do you even know the meaning of the god-damned word? Or are you so caught up in each other to even know it? But maybe then again, you have a reason to do this. Maybe both of you are so high on each other. Hell, maybe you're even screwing each other blind when I wasn't looking, you bumfucks.

So now you know my weaknesses. I'm sure you're revelling in it. It's hard for me get used to being alone again, yes, but I swear to you, I'll make it. On my own or not, I'll make it. I'm not as dependent as you guys are on each other. It'll be hard for me, yes, but I will make it. I'm not going to let a pair of bloody low-down, trash-of-mother-earth dirtbags like you bring me down. I'm not going down. The whole bunch of motherfuckers like you and the class can try to bring me down as much as they can; they can try but they won't succeed. You won't succeed. I won't let it happen. I'm not that strong but I'll try to be. You knew the same thing happened to me last year & yet you used my vulnerability to bring me down.

Believe me, I've been through worse, and I'm still going through hell & back. I'm not going to let you pull me down. I may not have you or anyone else in this god-forsaken polytechnic full of shitheads like you, but I've got other people who are far worthier of my time than you'll ever be. So long you sorry suckers. I'm walking out.

Laterz...
Lenny JC

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