Venting once again.

Fuck you, fuck those, fuck the world.

God, people make me mad. Go stab me why don't you. Don't worry it'll make you feel better.

5 people. Guess Who's Who. Maybe it could of you.

A. God, you make me mad everywhere. I hate you and I know you hate me. Go fucking die, shit I don't fucking care about you. Why the hell are you even in my face you little douche face? You're mad at me because I took away your chance. Shut the fuck up shitface. You never had the chance. You never had even a moment to begin with. The only time lights were on you, were the times when you made a scene and you just mad yourself look bad. Why the hell are you still bothering me? It's been a year. A year of peace and quiet I had. Without you, god dammit why did you come back. AHH! FUCK YOU!

B. I live under your roof. I hate you. The End.

C. I can't hate you, of course I can't. It'll be a disaster if I did. But at the moment, you leave me wondering. But it's ok because it's doesn't fucking matter. Nothing ever does. Right now I just wanna leave. I know I make you mad. I know you get annoyed. But at the moment, you can't even explain. Yeah I said I didn't wanna talk anymore but then you say "Sorry." You know how much I hate when you say sorry when it's something to not be sorry or there wasn't even a reason behind it. Just a random sorry. Shit, What are you sorry about? You tell me, and it's not even true. I'm not annoyed, I thought you were >:[ so I wanted to leave you alone. God dammit. If I were to get stab by anyone else other than you, I wouldn't be emotionally hurt. But with you I would. And now this makes me feel bad, I'll keep my promises as long as you keep yours.

D. AHH! Why are you even on my mind! There's not reason why you should be on my mind. Why Why Why! This doesn't make any sense. So yeah, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at you for not being here. But you wouldn't know, you wouldn't have any kind of idea of how I feel. I miss you, can't wait to see you. Not mad at you but had to vent about you.

E. I don't even feel like venting anymore when it comes to you. Just go away fagget.

I got a muscle cramp from aiming and blogging. Fuck my life. I know maybe it's me. Maybe it's my fault. But I'm still mad. >:[