take it easy, love nothing.

you really pissed me off last night. i wanted so bad to tell you to fuck off and get over yourself. you go on talking about how you needed a place to cry, and that we should talk, then when i attempt to talk to you, you tell me you "don't like people."
fuck you. fuck you so hard. you don't deserve my attention or energy. you whine, you cry for attention, then you push people away to make it appear as if you have control. i don't care if you love me anymore or not, because actions speak louder than words and you were sure acting like a class A prick. i can't say it enough, FUCK YOU. you annoying little fuck, grow up. grow the fuck up.

respond however you like, get mad, yell at me, fucking do whatever you want. you deserve a slap in the face, seriously.

i decided to make my journal friends only. i would rather not be bothered about the nature of my thoughts by people who don't blog. i figure there's something to be said about self-awareness and insightfulness that can really only be appreciated by others of the same nature (however much like an elitist that may make me sound). thus, comment to be added.