So, Guess Whose Fucked Up Mouth Isn't Fixed Yet?

Did you guess mine? Because if you did then you're right. I hate this, fuck my life to hell. Goddamn motherfucking assface. GODDAMN. You said that I was done, that I would never need them again. Done means forever, you asshole. Never means never ever. I'm sitting here crying my eyes out. This is the first time I've ever cried this hard. I don't want them again! I actually like the way I look without them, I consider myself attractive with big, white teeth. I don't want FUCKING METAL on them again. I'm so sick of this shit. Goddamn inbreeders. This isn't my fault, and yet there's nothing I can do. Why me? I've suffered for over half of my life with fucking braces and oh look, I'm not done yet. Why not??? Did something not happen in the 8 years that I've had them on? If you can't fucking fix my teeth in that time then obviously they'll never be fixed. Just rip them all out. I'd rather have none than braces for "a couple of months". I've been to hell and back with all the shit in my mouth and what was it for? Nothing. Goddamn. Godfuckingdamn.

Fucking a.

[how come I'd never hear you say / I just wanna be with you / guess you never felt that way]

Hmm... Possibility?

Paperstaple My Heart.

y/y?

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^ That is to the 3 people that read this.

So It's Not Really All It's Cracked Up To Be...

... It turns out that being hated isn't as much fun as it seems. It kinda sucks to be on the other side of the gun, you know, the barrel side. [That just made me think of TBS and FOB and I got happy for a moment. Sorry.] But at least I know that she has absolutely no idea how to shoot a gun. Which is a good thing. She's an idiot, so I shouldn't even need to be worried in the first place. But yeah. It's not as much fun to be hated as it is to hate someone. Well, maybe that's just me, I guess. Seriously, though. What was I expecting? Was I just supposed to be a bitch, I mean, my true self, and expect her to still be apologetic? No, because I know that what I said was mean. It was mean, but it was so true. It wasn't even the fullest extant of the truth either. Which I'm kinda mad I didn't say now, because she pissed me the fuck off today. But then she went and deleted her Facebook. As did "Courtney Ryan". Wow. I'm just too smart for her. Which, as previously inferred, is not hard. Did she expect me to be an idiot? She's talked to me before, she knows that I'm not like the rest of her classmates. I'm actually smart. [I would like to believe.] So it made me happy to catch on to her ploy so quickly. It made me ridiculously happy, actually. Talking to him made me ridiculously happy tonight too. He's such an idiot. I can't even say. But that's all right, because I love him anyways.

But I need to sleep so I'm not dead tomorrow so nighty-o....

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