Don't Look At Enemy Myspaces

On attempt to keep my blog more shallow than it has been: here's a big complaint.

I hate People. I hate half moon bay. I hate people who think they know me yet have NEVER even had a conversation with me.

I know we all make judgements the moment we meet someone. but it's called a little leeway. Ya know, when you meet someone and they turn out to be completely different than originally expected. and being ok with that.

Here's my vain moment of the night: Yea, so i might be pretty. yea, so i'm skinny. And yea, I am a lot more mature than some people.

Does that mean i'm really any of those? no. relative, absolutely not.

But relative to you? fuck yea.

I don't know you. I've never talked to you. You'll never read this. And you'll never ever be better than me. You're halfmoonbay at it's worst. Your fat. your blond. your stupid beyond belief. your ugly. your mean. and let me tell you something... I may not be good but you? you SUCK at writing. It's a game called "maybe you should advance your brain level past seventh grade."

I don't care if this is me stooping down to your level. I hate you. I hate you for being such a bitch to me. I hate you for talking shit about me when i've NEVER done even the slightest wrong towards you. I'm a big enough person to take it when i deserve it.

Robbie hates me and talks shit. Most of her feelings were justified and i'm not butt hurt. Tiffany probably talked her fair share of shit but i deserved it. I'm willing to take a beating when i've been wrong.

But you? i'm one hundred percent sure i've NEVER done anything to you. We've had maybe one or two common friends. all of whom i've never been awful to. And the only interactions we've ever had were ones of polite happiness and civility. Hell, i bet i've never even been cold to you.

And i know people don't understand why i let shit like this bother me... but i do.

You're going around telling people that i'm fake. That i think i'm too good for everyone. Hell, you probably tell people i'm a slut too. Why? i have no idea.

but here's an idea, and here's how low i'm going to stoop: I hope you stay in this small town and in this small mentality forever. I hope you get to fuck, have babies with, and then be left by some big dream drop out football player that you've known since kindergarten. And no, that's not cute and sweet and romantic. It's pathetic. I hope you never accomplish anything you've ever hoped for. I hope your children hate you. I hope you live with your mother until she dies. And then you'll be sad and alone and have no one but all your other fat white friends to hold you. Oh, and another thing... Everyone knows you're a dyke. And not even the good kind. Just the fat ugly on the inside kind. The kind that you want to throw down onto cement and break their jaws open. I hope you never lose weight. have to live a really long time. I hope you're never happy. I hope you're always drowning. I hope that you and everyone like you gets buried in all the mistakes you've made.

But most of all, I hope i'm never like you.