Gosh, I can't even look at you without wanting to scream at you. You're such a fucking hypocrite.

Okay, look. I DON'T point out every one of your flaws, because there's so many fucking things wrong with you. You can sit on your tall fucking pedestal, because everyone is still holding you up there. You think you're so great because you've got everyone wrapped around your fat little fingers. Well, not me. Every time I want to take a stand, I can't, and it's because all of those innocent people will jump to your defence, even when you're wrong.

And it's SO hypocritical that you shun the lesbians for fornicating in public when just last year, you let your boyfriend feel you up under the table while ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS WERE AROUND. How can you even deny it? Just because you've entered a new relationship, it doesn't mean that you can escape your past demons. You may say I complain too much, but it's you who complains too much. You complain always about your many ailments, and about the world, and about what you look like. Well, I don't care. Every time the limelight is on someone else, you want it back on you.

You'd better just accept it. And how dare you think you can tell me I'm over-opinionated. That's an opinion in itself. And that's just like telling me that i can't be me. While you're free to be your dumb bitch self; seeking attention by cutting your arms over and over again. You're a goddamned emo, scene, whatever. When you thought there was something wrong with me as well, I was shocked. My parents don't have ailments. YOURS DO. Anybody can call me harsh, and they can do that, but I'm just expressing everything I've felt over the past few years every time I saw you. It's not fair for you to treat me like shit, and then turn around a second later and pretend everything is okay.

Because it's not okay. I really just want you to apologise. To me. And maybe one day, see that the world does NOT circle around you, nor me, nor anybody. It circles around the sun. Maybe one day, you'll see how you treat other people, and you can stop using your roller coaster mood swings as an excuse to show how you really feel about me. Staying with you was the worst thing I've ever done.

Think before you act.

Now, you can just take your depraved little personality and shove it up your fat fucking arse.

...you get a retard.

I can't deal with you in the morning, moody bitch.

Just 'cause you're SICK, doesn't mean we have to PITY YOU ALL OF THE FUCKING TIME!

GODDAMN!

I've lost my earring. One of two.

From my Godmother, Ester.

What a loss. I feel so empty.