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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Think suicidal

A day too heartbleeding to be remembered.
I'm leaving it all to fate to decide.
And it'd better be good, or I'll...

. . .

Motherfuckers shall be a new, refurbished collective noun for fellow ill-mannered, snobbish & uber self-centered individuals. I refuse to be disrespectful/looked upon as cheap, foul-mouthed lady but I can't be even more descriptive than that. So what if you're a bloody crackerjack, so what if you're sofa king whiz in everybloodything when basic things like manners are never recognized?

Hell no, I don't never crave for sympathy (like who cares anyway, you're no angel), but the least you could do is BE CONSIDERATE. Really, was on the verge of slapping them hard & force myself to cut the facade, get straight to the point about how furious I felt upon their imbecile actions.

But eventually, I've come to an understanding that childish actions are not worthy to be tolerated. Leave the absurdity; leave the childish-induced lot alone in their own world would be even better. (repeated roll eyes!) Saddening fact, tsk.

. . .

P.S: For having known such a patient girl like me, i'd say you're rather lucky. But never attempt to push too far; I do have my very own limits.
P.P.S: I don't name names here (spare the subjects the humiliation), so too bad if the above slaps you real hard. Literally.

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,