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BITCHES! Suck me off, okay? That's it! I have SHIT sitting next to me on a tray. SHIT for a lunch. I'VE GOT SHIT FOR LUNCH. And I go "This is disgusting, this is disgusting" in line, because it is. And then Julie tells me that, to my back, that stupid white trash whore of a lunch lady goes "Then don't eat it" WHAT THE FUCK ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT, YOU DUMB BITCH? A SALAD? PUH-LEEZ! If I don't eat I'm passing out by the end of the day, so don't FUCKING give me that SHIT! YOU STUPID WHORE! And I am goddamn FED UP with these bitches who wanna play INNOCENT ALL THE TIME. This and EVERYTHING ELSE compounds into one big old shitty thing. Fuck! Fuck! F BOMB F BOMB F BOMB. Fuck the lunchlady, fuck doctors, fuck BERGIN, and FUCK Sara. That's right! Fuck the bitch! I'm sick and tired of her! She is EVERYTHING I hate in a person and I don't know WHAT the fuck I was doing before. She certainly did not pick a good time to have her shittyshittyshittyshittyshittyshittyshitty self come to light. It takes all hundred and three pounds of me to not rip my own face off and shove it down everyone's throats, I'm so on edge. Don't eat it, huh? DON'T EAT IT, HUH? FUCKIN' EAT THIS!!!! Bad day! Bad. Effing. Day. Bad one. I've had a bad one. And it's ONE O'CLOCK. HOLE-Y GEEZ. I am GONE. Out of here. Ridick. And no I'm not FRIENDSLOCKING BECAUSE ONLY LOSERS FRIENDLOCK. AUUUGGGHH!!! I'm sorry. This is directed towards no one, but, whatever! 'Cause I don't CARE! No - 100% all of you I love and adore, and thanks for putting up with me. Gosh. Sorry you have to read this stuff. But you don't! Geez! Just like when they pile crap on a plate and charge you $2.40 for it, you don't HAVE to eat it OR read it. Jeeeee-zus. It's just a rant. And I'm gonna stop. Post a comment in response: |
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