So i've been sitting online for days.

DAYS

doing nothing other than researching reading and looking at online things that are associated with the people i hate. So, in less words, i've been sitting online HATING.

I'm wallowing in it. and before you get all ghetto on me, call me a hater, bite your tounge and don't be retarded.

I have reason to be hateful. Indeed, i do. Even Andrea said so. She said "these people just don't seem like good people..." (or SOMEthing to that extent). I mean, Adam thinks i'm silly. dismisses it with "well, that's ok"

whatever. he can go screw himself. I'm not gonna do it.

it's not like i've been prepetually angry at him anyways.

oh wait, i have been.

And while THAT may be my fault, it couldn't possibly be entirely. I mean, i'll call it half and half. Half his for being such a bitch Half mine for being so volatile and moody.

Either way, I can always brush HIM off with "he doesn't get it anyway."

But then, when did i ever expect him to? He's a boy. It seems too easy to just say it but it's true.


God, what an awful entry.