fuck you

This is my life, it's not your fucking problem.

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really?

Are my clothes becoming that which defines me? I'm starting to lose all sense of individuality. Every part of me seems to be taken from other people. Even this feels like its taken directly off of someone else. Are my dreams really my dreams? Are my goals really my goals? Humph, this is all a pointless post anyway, odds are that anyone who reads this will stop before they get this far. The only time I feel real, like my own person, is when I'm hanging out with Jenny and honestly, that scares me. What'll happen if we stop being good friends? Ugh, worthless rambling just makes me feel worse.

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Fury

Congratulations Andrew, you have gotten on my hate list faster than anyone else. Until you grow the fuck up, I will not associate with you, acknowledge you, or anything else. You are dead to me. You have some serious learning to do, it's not that people don't like you because you're gay, people don't like you because you are a self-righteous asshole who uses being gay as a crutch to make yourself feel better. I don't have words to describe how much you annoy me, it took everything I had not to punch you today. What you did is not okay in any respect. Therefor, I am done with you. Goodbye and good riddance.