I got in a fight with Jessica's older sister, Megan.
I asked her a simple question and she asks why's it my business & who I am. *I texted her and she, obviously, didn't have my number* so I told her and she said it wasn't any of my business so why do I care? I fucking care cause what I asked her, I was gonna help pay for it. That's it.
End of conversation, right?
Wrong.
She texts my like, 5-10 minutes later saying that her boyfriend, Matt, thinks I'm a whore.
And trust me, coming from him, that's not an insult. Her boyfriend is the poster child for cheating dirt bag. So I say that it's not much of an insult and then we get in a huge argument.
Turns out, I'm a two-faced, vindictive, manipulative, boyfriend stealing whore.
It's funny, cause I never knew ANY of this about myself. Not at all. But appairently she knows all about me. She hasn't even known me for a year but yet she knows all of this and I don't. Cause, ya know, I haven't known myself for 14, almost 15, years now. No, not at all.
Oh yeah! I also want her boyfriend.
Weird, cause I always thought Matt was kind of gross.
But no, I think he's the hottest shit around.
Seems like Megan knows more about me then I know about myself.
She also said that I'm all talk.
Really? Cause you're telling me this over TEXTING . Hypocritical much?
I think so.
Whatever.
She pisses me off. I never had a problem with her before. In fact- I actually liked hanging out with her when we so rarely did. But now? Fuck that.
Fuck it all.
Bitch ain't got nothing on me.
Speaking of bitches; Lauren, a good, and TRUE, friend of mine got grounded cause she called our algebra teacher a bitch.
WOO! GO LAUREN :D
But now Jess & I can't go to her house :(
Fucking sucks.
I'm in a pretty bad mood right now. Like, I'm about to rip some new ass cracks in someone if they rub me the wrong way.
Oh yes. And to top off the cake with some icing, my iPod broke.
My purple Nano. I dropped it in the Albertsons parking lot and now the screen is spider-webbed.
Fucking fantastic.
fml.
Peace
-A
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