I am so sad. I can't even believe it myself. I'm sitting here, crying my eyes out like a stupid fucktard baby. Because Tory's going to Texas for Spring Break, and I wanted *Close* plus Patricia to go to England. And no one understands how I feel now. I feel so lost and hopeless, and subsitutes won't work this time. It just won't. And I hate it. I hate everything. Nothing will ever work for me. Nothing ever goes my way. I hate not ever being able to do things I really want to do. I'm not even sure if I can go back to Canada to see Hanson when they rescheduale. I hate this so fucking much. I need to quit crying and wipe away my sissy wimpy girlie tears before my mom walks in and demands to know what's going on. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I fucking hate this. I hate everything. I hate everything because I am selfish. What I hate a lot too is that no one took my plan/idea seriously. What the fuck is up with that shit anyway? Am I not a serious person? What the hell are they getting at? I hate them. I hate them all. I hate everybody. I hate not being taken seriously. Is there something funny about England? What the fuck is their problem?
I'm just a joke to people. Well fuck them. Fuck you too because you don't care either. You hate me. Just like everyone else. Don't lie to me about it either. Wanna know how I know? Because everyone hates me. The world is against me, and I'm just a fucking joke to them.
Well laugh at this.
THE FUCKING END