my life is amazing.
Why do I even bother? It all falls apart and when it doesn’t, someone is bound to fuck it up and then make it fall apart even harder. Today made me realize how few friends I truly have. Does that make me a loser? Or just difficult to get close to? Or whatever you want to call it?
To be honest, I give up on giving a shit as to what anyone else thinks. Anyone within reason - as in, Ashland High Schoolers. I have class with kids that are pampered and have someone else wiping their asses for them and don’t care about anything unless it somehow pertains to them. God, this generations sucks balls.
And God, FUCK YOU, GAGE. FUCK. YOU. You codependent motherfucker - GET A FUCKING LIFE ALREADY. While you’re at it, purchase a goddamn shower. Girls find neither clinginess nor greasiness attractive. Way to score.
Kayla: Your only friend is your sister and vice-versa. You’re just sad.
“Crew”: Grow fucking spines, yeah? I’m so glad I see through you fuckers. I’m so glad that I have a life. I don’t rely on reading instant messages to get me off nor entertain me. I feel sorry for the whole lot of you. Yes, the whole lot.
And lastly, all of you “fairweather” friends: Look at me - I’m going places. I don’t need any of you. I don’t need your backbiting, your inability to give a damn, nor your meaningless opinions. High school is the epicenter, the apex, the focal point of your lives: how sad is that? Boy, do I feel sorry for all of you. Except I don’t. Ta-ta, fuckers. Rot in this blackhole while I move to Boston and make myself, my own money, and contribute to society.
Senior year, twats. I’m definitely going to make the best of it.
