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Oct 12, 2008

immature.

immature.



immature.


that irritated about my ________?
about my _______?
then get lost.
you always like to remind me about them,
but have you ever used your brain?
to think that i already know?
its my ____.
my ________.
so why the hell do you care?
its mine, not yours.
i have them, not you.
im more mature then you, so what? you'll get them someday.
do you know how irritating its like when everyone else keeps staring at you?
even your friends, your closest friends?
the ones that will always comfort you whenever you're sad, depressed, angry?
the ones that will always be there for you?

bullshit.
total shit.
they're not there for you. they mock you.

and insult you.
it feels like you're being stabbed.
the knife- in, out, in.
you think you guys whisper, then i cannot hear?
wrong.
someday, you'll get them.
and someday, i'll mock you.
someday, you'll know how it feels like,
trying to fit in,
being the one left out.









you're not even my friend.
you're a poser.
sureeeeeeeeee, youre 'pretty', 'cute', 'every guy likes you' girl.
thats what you think, thats what you alwwwwwwwwways say.
but youre like a fly, you irritate me. youre digusting and you like to insult others. when ppl say they like this and that, you'll always find a way to insult what they like 'eeeeeeeeeew, not nice.' who cares if u think its not nice? who cares about your opinions? who cares about u? stop acting like some big person. you think u so famous? you know everybody is it? u know brad pitt? surrrrrrre. keep dreaming. you think everybody like you? no, i know i dont. i know i hate you. you brought my self-esteem low, you always make me self conscious and you always make me feel insecure and ugly.
i hate you.





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