So, my font is not going to stay amazing and pretty when I copy and paste this into the little “post blog crap here” box, but whatever. I got my summer reading assignment yesterday, so I figure I’ll work on the next week. Eddie sent me an email, wanna read it. Here:
“Okay, I apologize for what I've done. I've avoided you. And I feel like an utter douche, cunt monkey with Type 17 Demi aids (which I think is the worse) anddeserve to go live in a land filled with teletubbies. But I have worse news than that. Well, not really, better for me, and WAY news to you. I dunno why I kept this from you seeing that you should've known. Probobly to protect your feelings, or save Angel's ass. i dunno. But after that first chat you had with him on MSN, he blocked you.
Not only that, but I've "broken up" with Angel. I put this in quotes because Ashley insisted that Angel and I were dating. Yes, it may seem like that through the letters he sent to me, but that's no the case. That cunt hole was just....i dunno. He actually hurt me badly Katherine. He actually got me to lower my walls, and then he took a wreking ball to my asylum. I was devistated. So, just thought to let you know, Angel is a prick(sp) and needs to go get eaten by cannibles in Ethiopia, then get raped, then poisoned, shot, stabbed, and tarred and burned...then maybe get eaten by ethiopians.
Or get a castration preformed. I'd laugh if he ever did. well its pretty late now. Again...severe apologies, adn I hope you can forgive me. I know this doesnot exclude me from having aids...but its worth a shot.
ily...peace...crab people...condensation...and...i dunno.”
Okay, let me start with this. Back in 7th grade, a boy name Mason told me something that has stuck with me to this day (yeah, it hasn’t been that long, but still). He told me, I can say sorry all day long, but if I keep doing it, I’m not really sorry. So, Eddie can keep saying he’s sorry for not talking to me, but he still doesn’t talk to me on a daily basis. I mean, that really hurt my feelings. What the shit man “Okay, I apologize for what I’ve done. I’ve avoided you.” Fuck you too, Eddie. Who the hell do you think you are? I mean, it’s not like I was cruel to you or anything. I mean, I don’t recall being mean to you.
You have the nerve to keep in contact with Ashley, Ashley—who trashed you to your face. Ashley—who told you she hated you on a daily basis. Ashley—who dogged you behind your back. You keep in touch with her, but you leave me hanging. Fuck you man. Yeah, I burned your schedule when you got into Algebra I, and I got cut. You kept fuckin’ rubbing it in. You are being a total ass wipe. I can’t believe you. Oh my God, I am beyond pissed off about this. My feelings are actually hurt. I mean, my feelings haven’t really been hurt by someone I actually dare to care about since Thanksgiving of last year. Darn dude.
Yeah, this is a day late, but fuck you. Fuck you, fuck Angel. I don’t need to be your friend. What the hell was I thinking? Oh, like a relationship from middle school would actually last. I must of bee n out of my damn mind. My God. I am utterly speechless on this. Screw you man. I hope you don’t expect to us to be chill, like back in middle school. Fuckin’ Middle School bitches. And how the fuck are you gonna say you’re trying to protect my feelings by telling me that bullshit. You are an asswipe. You—good Lord. All right, let’s try another approach.
I don’t understand why you came out and told me this, but I thank you. I now know where we stand. Thanks for fucking up the last of what I thought was my good friendships. Yeah, you little bitch. I hope you get the occasion to read this. You are such a bitch.
Other than that little rant, my day was good. I permed my hair, and now it’s all shiny and purty. :D Well, I’mma go. I feel all sad on the inside.
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