So, I have something to say about your little ‘disagreement’ that’s going on between you and what’s her face.. I’d post it on my tumblr.. But I know she’ll see it on here since she creeps.. CONSIDERING.. What you said in your one post wasn’t about her.. AT ALL. Right? It was about me.. Hence the title. Der. I’m pretty sure you weren’t even thinking about ‘pissing her off’ since she’s the furthest thing from your mind.. you don’t give two shits about her and her opinions.. I wish she could understand that because it’s seriously pissing me off.. like.. She needs to get a life if she’s going to sit here and hide behind a computer screen and write text posts bitching about you.. Because she’s the one that attached herself to your hip. She’s the one that was a bitch. She’s the one who had no respect. Not. You. And, no, I’m not just said this because I’m your girlfriend.. I’m saying this because I noticed it when we first met, too.. She controlled you. Controlled your every move. I even noticed it when you were at my house and texting her and lying to her..
Even that one time when she called you. She is the most annoying.. Thing on the face of the earth. Like seriously? He doesn’t text back for five minutes and you had to call him? OH How about the time I texted her for you.. And I didn’t put any faces after what I said.. Yeah, I bet she didn’t know it was me. Hah. Maybe she should leave YOU alone. Like I said earlier, that post wasn’t about her. The whole world isn’t about her. You aren’t out to get her. And neither am I. She needs to get over it, stop looking like a trashy whore, and move the fuck on. I understand that she keeps saying she has moved on, but I highly doubt she has. Okay, well I’m done. Byee. ♥♥♥
Eh, I don’t have much to talk about, but I’m trying to waste time until I have to get ready to go to the prom… So Tumblr is my go to thing when it comes to useless rambling.
Let’s start at Monday… I had my AP Physics test that day. That was pretty fun. I’m a Physics nerd, I like knowing how things work and stuff… I think I did decent on the test, so as long as I get a 3/5, I should be good as far as college credits go.
Tuesday… I hung out with my girlfriend. It was just an average ordinary. We hung out, talked, sat around and did nothing… Just a normal stay-at-home kinda night.
Wednesday… I sat around and played Zombies for 3 hours. Cause I’m a cool kid like that.
Thursday (yesterday)… I went target shooting. My dad got an AR-15 and an SKS, so we got to try out those. I found out just how effective my shooting is, 8/10 kill shots including 2 headshots… All from 100 yards. So I didn’t do too bad. I’m also mad effective with a .357 revolver, 17/17 kill shots, including 5 headshots from 21 feet. Which is a distance for shooting a pistol. Then we got pizza. Good day.
Friday (today)… And here we are, back to today. We had this health fair thing today in school… It was sorta like a “don’t drink, don’t do drugs, don’t have sex, or you’ll DIE” get-together. And someone (not mentioning any names) decided it would be funny to send their lackey over and hand me a pamphlet on abstinence. Which I then gave to my friend who walked it back over and sorted the whole ordeal out. He’s a good friend for doing that.
And that’s it. I don’t think I wasted that much time though. Oh well, I have to have other stuff to do…
I did all the things I did cause I was “part of the family”… You said that, your mom, dad, and siblings all said that… But I screwed up once. And they flipped faster than anything I’ve seen. Sorry for being a good person.
At least it took you two times before my family absolutely despised you. Shows just how much more calm and mature they are. But hey, everyone can’t be perfect. ;)
That hurt right here *points to heart*… No really, I can actually feel it. Cause unlike you, I have a soul. Even if it is dark and twisted and demented, I still have one. And that means that I have a right to everything I say and everything I do. Every choice I’ve ever made has been for the better of everyone. If you don’t believe me, I’ll explain it later.
Yea, I probably did say what you quoted. But you know what? It wasn’t a special case. I say that about everyone. I always have. Anyone that decides that death is a better option than living, in my opinion, is a waste of space. Only someone who’s weak would ever even consider doing. I’ve thought about killing myself. And I stopped. Cause if I killed myself, I was being a hypocrite. If I killed myself, I didn’t deserve to be on this earth. If you killed yourself, you didn’t deserve to be on this earth. If she killed herself, the same. That’s my logic.
And the garbage I’ve been hanging out with? In case you’re wondering, the only person that differs between me and you is my girlfriend considering that you don’t have the ability to make your own friends; you have to take the ones that I’ve introduced you to. And you really can’t call her garbage, she doesn’t smell in the least. I’ve actually noticed that, the times we’ve done things sexually she’s never smelled… Unlike SOMEONE… Was that a giveaway? Was that too personal? Good. I hope it hurt.
I’m ugly? I’m shitty? I’m an asshole? I’m a leech of a boyfriend? Up until the day I broke up with you I was a fucking god. And I know you didn’t say any of that to me while you were dry humping me. Too much? Don’t care. And how am I a leech when I was willing to sacrafice everything for you. I was willing to sacrafice the hobby I’ve had since I was 4, I was willing to sacrafice time with friends, I was willing to sacrafice my FAMILY, all because you wanted me to. And what did I ask for in return? As far as I can remember, nothing. I never asked you to leave your family, I never asked you to sacrafice friend time or hobby time… You remember how I told you to go enjoy yourself when you went to parties? While I sat home and entertained myself so that YOU could have a good time? No, you don’t, cause YOU never left ME alone. YOU’RE the leech. Cause my girlfriend now doesn’t act like you. She actually encourages me to work encourages me to hang out with friends and have guys days (remember when I had to sacrafice half of one of those cause SOMEONE went to the big bad dentist?). Just thought I’d throw that out there.
And as for your “transformation”, the high heels make you look like a bumbling skank, the confidence came from ME (remember when you said that?) and your friends are the people that I’m either friends with or know through friends. Nothing new.
I got something like… 25,000 in scholarships? I think… Of course I’m going to the school you picked out for me. Thank you by the way, that was one of the few things that you did to actually benefit me. And you know why I’m not getting any more? The college realizes that my parents (or at least one of them) has a REAL job, and makes REAL money, and knows how to save it. We’re not living paycheck to paycheck, we don’t have “lapses” of internet or satellite when we can’t pay the bills. I’ll admit you are a better student, but don’t you think that maybe your financial situation has a LITTLE bit to do with it?
And your mom… Don’t get me started. Cause you’re not LIKE your mom, you ARE your mom. You think the same. You feel the same. You ARE the same. So while you think I control everything that I’m allowed to control, you’re right. Cause I can’t control everything. I wouldn’t wanna control everything. However, what’s worse is that your mom is doing that to you right now… And you don’t even realize it. Go ahead, ask to sleep over a guy’s house tomorrow, see what she says. If she was anything like when we were dating, she’ll laugh and tell you no right to your face. Or say you’re going out partying and drinking till 3 AM. I’m sure she’ll love to hear that one. The fact that you think you’re in a better situation than me is PATHETIC. Cause we’re in the same boat. This won’t be the last time I piss you off. I’ll always be here. Good luck getting rid of me.
Oh, and before I finish, I have one more thing to add: if you ever, EVER approach my brother in any way, shape, or form, I will personally see to it that you’re told to never do that again. I don’t care if you’re talking to him or one of his crazy friends, you don’t go anywhere near my family. They are my family. Not yours anymore, mine. I don’t bother with your family, you don’t bother with mine. Take all my friends, take all my dignity, but don’t you ever think about trying to take my family. I’ll spin your bitch ass around and scream in your face if I have to get the message across. That’s the one thing that makes me most uncomfortable and you know that. I won’t hesitate next time. You’ll know how I feel. I guarentee it.
15 minutes… Not bad to waste on something worthless.