FUCK

June 15, 2006

Excuse me while I become a very rude, angry and bitter little girl.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

What the fuck is her problem now? So I can’t sit behind her, is it? I can’t even spend time with her without her making a whole lot of fuss? And then she has the GALL to complain that we don’t spend time with her when she pushes US away?

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE?

YOUR TOYS?

GET A LIFE!

Just because we happened to come out of your womb doesn’t make us YOUR SLAVES. You do NOT own us, we do not OWE you a living. Deal with it. You’d prefer if we never left the house, letting YOU take over our lives, our money, our SOULS. Heck, I think you’d prefer us NOT to have lovelives, just so YOU CAN CHOOSE OUR OWN MATES.

GO TO HELL. JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE ON PMS DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN TAKE IT OUT ON US. WE ARE NOT YOUR TOYS.

Ah… Feel much better now.

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One Response to “FUCK”

  1. Sol said

    {{whistles}} talk bout pent-up rage…

    u okay girl?

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