You've Done It This Time

Hello, my lovely people. How are we all? I'm going good.

Why is writing blog posts so hard when all you want to say is hateful things but you know if you do it'll all come flying back at you? Why do I feel the need to write those things? Because that's how F fucking feel. I...just......GAHHHHHHH

WHY WON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT!
THIS IS MY LIFE NOT YOURS. YOU CAN NOT DECIDE WHAT I DO. THAT'S MY JOB SO FUCK YOU.

Do not tell me what I can and can not wear. Do not tell me to wake up when I'm already awake. Do not tell me that I look sad because I already know that I look fucking sad. I have enough shit to worry about without you telling me what to do. We used to be good friends. That's right USED to be. Not anymore.

Don't talk to me. Shut your mouth. You think we've sorted it out, we haven't. You haven't even talked to me about it. You've got the wrong idea dude. Get over it. I don't care.

I'm sorta glad that I wont be seeing you until Tuesday because of the long weekend. It gives me enough time to prepare myself to hold in all this anger that's gonna come in the week ahead.

You've done it this time man.

Goodbye

Jacinta