part one

ok whoever the fuck signed my guestbook shit really pissed me off. where the fuck does all this shit about money and looks come in? i never said anything about money, and the only thing i ever said about looks in my whole entire journal is  when i think that a guy i like is attractive. you dont know shit about who i love/like/am and why. thats really some shit if you wanna try n tell me what a horrible person i am when you dont know one thing about me.

really. youre fucking gay.

get the balls to tell me who the fuck you are. you know your wrong, thats why you cant sign your damn name.

ps. telling me that you wish i would go to hell is not an effective threat, there is no hell

.........heres a better one

is that what you call a getaway?
tell me what you got away with
cause ive seen more spine in jellyfish
ive seen more guts in eleven year old kids
have another drink and drive yourself home
i hope theres ice on all the roads
and you can think of me
when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your
head goes through the windshield.

part two.

so now i realize what whoever wrote that shit ..what they were talking about... chad. i can guarantee that you are lying and that you never slept with the boy. if you even know who i am, you would have seen in school that me and chad obviously had something..and really, everyone knew we were talking, and some people thought we were dating. if chad had liked you, he would have been with you everyday in lunch, or between every class, or on the phone with you at night. i know for a fact that chad did like me, for quite some time .. even if he did fuck with my head alot ...and we still talk. and he still obviously cares about me... unless guys just randomly tell girls that they want date them and how hott they are for the hell of it. theres no need to lie and pretend that your better than me, when your obviously just jealous for some reason. i cant believe you would have the nerve to call me a bitch, when lets count. you called me one seven times. i hope you didnt expect that to bother me, because i just think it makes this situation alittle bit more hilarious, and make you alittle bit more trashy. i dont really think im that great, but after reading those immature comments you left me, i really think you helped boost my self esteem, because now i realize how pathetic im not. dont call me a nasty fuck, cause ive never mentioned or stated that ive done anything to make me nasty... and i do believe you tried to tell me that you slept with chad. i do not think im pretty, or or hott, or even that great of a person...but i do know when a guy deserves better than what he is currently going for, and sometimes, whether im right or not, i feel that i am because im probably the fuckin realest girl in this damn town, and so i dont think that guys deserve girls who are fake.

oh and you call me pathetic for being home alone? you sit home alone reading other girls journals. ha!

SAY IT TO MY FACE, BITCH.

                 <<go on hate me, you cant break me.>>