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I hate you right now.

I'm sorry for trying to get into your life, but you asked for it when you placed your blog in your links file.

I hate you. I can't believe I tried to become good friends with you again. It hurts me you don't want me to be a part of your world.

That's fine.

I just don't think I can ever accept this

....I dunno if I want advise or not.

You stupid ******** idiot! You NEVER listen to me! Everything I say you just disregard even though I KNOW what I'm talking about. For once I have more experience then you and you're just throwing my advice away. Whatever. ******** you.

Also because of deals you made with other people, you won't take ten minutes when I'm sick and help me. Fine. I'll remember that. b***h.

No advice, just needed to cuss rant. Sorry. > _ <

Rant Number One:
STOP TELLING ME HE'S GAY.

For one, I don't think he is. I really, really, don't, and I'll leave it at that.
Two, do you really think that makes me feel better? It doesn't. It means he'll never be interested in me. So why do you do it?
Three, I can't just spontaneously not have a crush on him anymore. Is that what you're trying to accomplish? Do you think it really happens like that? Because if you seriously believe that telling me he's gay is going to make me move on in an instant, you are an idiot. IT'S NOT THAT GODDAMN SIMPLE.

I'm not a homophobe. Far, far from it. If he was gay and I DIDN'T have a crush on him, I'd be totally fine with it. But since I do have a crush on him, I don't really want to think about the fact that he could never date me, especially when it already seems like nobody will ever want to date me anyway.

Rant Number Two:
I didn't get into madrigals. Neither did the two of you. Fine, fine, fine. We'll try again next year. THAT'S GREAT.
Or, it was.
I didn't want to talk to either of you when I saw my score sheet because I was UPSET. I. COULD. HAVE. GOTTEN. IN. If I hadn't been so ******** psyched out by that sightsinging and subsequently failed the rhythm, I probably would have gotten in.
But I did.
So I didn't.
So I didn't want to talk.
So you ******** TACKLED ME.
What the ******** could have been going through your minds?! 'Oh, look, she's in a bad mood and doesn't want to talk, so that must mean she wants to be tackled!!'
And I can't tell you to just get the ******** off me for a while because I'd look like the bad guy when you were 'just trying to comfort me' when sometimes you're the two most uncomforting people in the whole goddamn world.
I'm tired of saying 'They're nice, but...' or 'I love them, but...' I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO.

Rant Number Three:
YOU ARE SUCH A STUPID b***h.
YOU WHINE AT A 1 AND 1/2 PAGE WORKSHEET THAT I DID THE DAY BEFORE IN 20 MINUTES.
YOU WHINE ABOUT ANY TEST OR ASSIGNMENT DUE DATE WE GET BECAUSE OF COURSE YOU HAVE A GAME THAT NIGHT.
PLEASE GET OUT OF MY HONORS ENGLISH CLASS AND TAKE YOUR LITTLE ******** WITH YOU. YOU ARE GIVING ME BLOOD PRESSURE PROBLEMS.

Advice: If you want to, but I don't really expect any.

If I had a shred less of patience then I do have, I'd probably be behind bars under charge of persistent non-stop punching your face in. I'm tired of you getting all up in my business. I'm tired of your unhealthy habits and the way you downgrade me. I need out. OUT. O. U. T. Before the leash that I am tightly holding my mad b***h self back snaps and I punch your dumb a** face. You called me smart a** 4 times in one minute. I counted.

If you weren't so ridiculously stupid I'd gladly argue with you. If you didn't idiotically state the obvious maybe we'd get along. If you weren't so damn annoying, I might actually pay attention to your constant bitter non-stop chatter. I liked you when I was younger because back then I understood you. You're nothing more then a 7 year old trapped in a 40 something year olds body. Why don't you ******** grow up, you're making me sick thinking you know everything. Stop being so damn idiotic and do something in your life instead of being a leech to everyone else.

Thanks for helping me with my hw though. That's the only reason I don't kick your a** and attempt to get along with you. :3

No advice. Just rant.

GODDAMN IT. D<
I HATE THIS PROJECT
I HATE IT
I HATE IT
I can barely even do it because you're making me turn in OLD QUIZZES and things I turned in at the beginning of the goddamn year. If you'd let us turn things in bit by bit or kept things in the first place, it'd be so much easier and I might not get an F on this ******** project.
You are making me hate you as a teacher. I'm almost considering not taking theatre next year. If I didn't know you were a nice person and if you didn't favor me so much, I would probably hate you.
I'm going to try, but if I can't find a paper I turned in during the first semester, I'm not going to cry about it. I'll take my F and move on, thank you.

I'm starting to think that this semester of baking was a waste. We didn't learn anything new at all. All we did was make cookie dough and other things for the other classes to use. Now our final is only three weeks away, and I'm really wondering what grade he's gonna give us for a semester of little to no work. Its not that we didn't want to, its that Chef Weir is totes unmotivated. I could even teach the class better, and I don't like to talk in front of classes/groups.

At least I get a red velvet cake out of the final...

No real advice needed, this time.

******** you. ******** you for being a homophobic rude b*****d. ******** you for not even having the balls to tell her your feelings verbally. ******** you for making me cry twice in the span of one hour. ******** you for being a hypocrite and asking us to respect your opinion when you didn't respect ours even the slightest.

And ******** me. ******** ME for not realizing sooner what a s**t-eating ******** you really are. I don't care if you and your little hate club never talk to me again. I'll live, really.

Why do all of my friends have to be hotter than me? Everytime a cute boy comes into the restaurant, they check me out, until they see Josh or Tom or Barresi. Then they're all over them and NOT ME.

I know I'm not hot, but I'm not hideous either. Could someone please flirt with me!?!? I just need a little ego boost.