April 2012
I'm sorry.
I’m not proud of my last post. Even though there are some people in this world I could live without, that doesn’t mean I, in any way, think it’s okay to wish death upon people I don’t like and will, quite possibly, never get along with. The reason of that post is a very long story I’d rather not get into on here, but I was extremely exasperated when I wrote what I...
Grow. The fuck. Up.
Your obsession isn’t cute. The way you victimize yourself doesn’t make others feel sympathy for you.
What it makes me want to do is snap your stupid little neck, or cut off your hands until you stop typing your stupid bullshit about how in love you were. Love is letting go. Love is moving on. Something you, clearly, do not know the meaning of.
I’ve never detested someone as...
