Dear blog,
This is more than anger, so much that I fear that I'll break the keyboard or punch someone in the face. Is it not enough that you copy everything I do- but that you pretend to be me too? I am not a slut. I am not a whore and I do not get hacked. Are you so sick of your lame little fairytale that you have to live my life? That for a second you make me out to be a liar, and that you pretend to be me? Do you talk to my friends...make me look like an utter douchebag, is making me want to bitch-slap you your goal? Tell me.
You make me sick.
I want to punch you in the face (maybe you'll look better that way.) Never has anyone ever made me out to being such a ditz...such an idiot. I'm afraid that I sound like...well? You.
Oh, I apologize though ...
For sounding like the meanest thing to roam this planet. But what you did was mad. Psh, I know what you're thinking. (This girl's spazzing out on a facebook hacker?) But I know who you are, judging from the illiterate, stupid excuse of a message you wrote to someone I don't like. Honestly? I hate you. Honestly? I wish you'd just butt out of my life.
But I guess I get it. After all you complain about your parents wanting you to be like me. Maybe you thought just one day wouldn't hurt? Or has it been a while? Have you spoken to people that I have on my list? People that will make it out as something different.
You listen- and listen good.
I am not you. And you'll never be me.
So replace this vision of a sick fairytale and live your own life.
You know who you are, and you know the only reason you talk to this person...
is because this person won't talk to you.
Once again? You make me sick.
if it's not real you can't hold it in your hands,
you can't feel it in your heart,
and i won't believe it.
so bitch? bury the freakin' castle.