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I am going to crash out. To my friend(s):
- how the FUCK would you forget after I told you like A THOUSAND TIMES
- Uhm. No. You're not coming to my family celebration...
- Well, thank you so much for just leavi
- I. Don't. Care. About you wanting to do the project tomorrow. MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE DONE IT WHEN I TOLD YOU TO?
To my family:
- thanks for ruining my birthday by writing me the most passive aggressive message ever. You know why nobody is speaking to you. No, it's not my fault you treat everyone like shit. Could've just ended after the first sentence but nOoOoOo that was too hard was it?
- thanks for not caring at all about an event that was really important to me
I fucking hate my birthday so much. How can so many people forget?! If I forgot their birthday MONTH they would probably be angry at me. My friend suggested to my teacher that we should write a very important test ON MY BIRTHDAY even though I kept telling her I don't want to do that. Guess what. He moved it to my birthday. So I wrote an important exam yesterday at 8 am AND SHE STILL FORGOT IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY. Literally only one of my friends got me a gift. Not to be that person, I could care less. But in my friend group we always gift each other something AND bake and decorate a cake with a theme the person would enjoy. THEY DID THAT FOR EVERYONE EXCEPT ME. Also my family got me a vacuum. A VACUUM. FOR MY BIRTHDAY.
FUCK EVERYONE WHO YOU THINK HAS UR BACK AND PRETENDS TO BE UR FRIEND! You dont need any friends to succeed in life all friends do is slow you down and are bad influences on you!I thought ppl that i was close with would forever have my back but i guess not! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU!
I feel like i am drifting from all my friends, but not becoming close to anyone. There loads going on in my life right now, ive argued with my mum, moved in with my nan and i admit, people may not want to talk to me because of the situation, but right now i need people who i can just vent to or just spend time with, and to be frank, there is no one there!
Optimus is going to be one of the biggest equalizers humanity has ever seen. Bc when every family can access a robot that delivers world class medical care, it means the quality of your health no longer depends on your income, your zip code, or your background. I get it now.
TO ALL THE BITCHES AND BASTARDS WHO HAVE TRIED TO MAKE MY LIFE HELL THIS YEAR:
1) You’re ugly. You make the Grinch look sexy.
2) You’re ugly…on the INSIDE too! like a reverse Quasimodo. expect still ugly on the outside.
3) That thing you call a nose? Yeah, I think the Egyptians want their pyramid back. And no, those wannabe hipster glasses don’t help. They–are–atrocious.
4) You’re mean, bitter, selfish, and don’t mind cutting people down so you can stack and climb up their defeated bodies to the top. Well, guess what? You ain’t fucking bringing me down, bitch!
5) You’re immature. Seriously. Did you never watch Sesame Street? Learn to say please and thank you. Learn to listen and use your INSIDE voices WHIST INSIDE. I know you think your pig’s squeal is endearing or something but it’s not. It sounds like a slaughterhouse. And I’m a vegetarian, by the way.
6) You have a hideous soul, and no one will ever love you. In fact, in ten years, when you’re alone, pitiful, and pathetic, I will look at you and laugh, and smile and then fuck my sexy husband for good measure. May you die alone with your wretchedness! :)
7) You’re rude and like summer vacation–no class.
8) Yo mamma jokes won’t do because I already feel so bad for your parents for having to deal with spoiled brats like you.
9)You’re not that smart. Sure, you’ve got brains–but so does a slug, like 32 in fact–but that doesn’t mean they’re worth anything. Your immaturity and obliviousness of social tact and courtesy make you one of the stupidest people I have ever met.
10) Thank you for teaching me that although I will always have to deal with bitches and bastards like you guys–I will have the freedom to say: FUCK YOU BITCH without getting detention.
I was diagnosed with severe dyslexia in second grade when I was the only one in my class who still couldn’t read. Since then, I’ve taken many, many classes to work through it, and I’m now proud to say that I’m pretty dang close to normal, but that doesn’t mean that it magically no longer affects me. It’s not like the problem can just disappear.
My reading speed is still half that of most of my friends, and it’s hard as hell to do sometimes. People always ask me why I hated reading as a kid, and the answer is simple: It was hard. I’ve now learned the glory that can be found in books, but that doesn’t mean it’s easier to do. Sometimes I just want to give up on trying because it’s taking so long and exhausts me and I’m never going to catch up to my friends and the rest of the world, so why they hell am I even trying? “Oh, you didn’t read Harry Potter when you were two days old? Why ever not?” Admittedly, that’s an exaggeration (they weren’t even out then), but you get my point. I didn’t read them because I couldn’t, and when I could it was way too hard, and no one ever read them to me, so I apologize for my ignorance. The books are long. It takes me a while to get freaking through them.
And I still suck at spelling. I long ago resigned myself to using songs and tricks to remember how to spell complicated words. I still have to stop and think “Wed-nes-day” and “Feb-ru-ary” to spell those, and don’t get my started on con-science, b-e-a-u-tiful, and p-u-r-p-l-e purple. I know that it’s I before E, except after C or when used as an “ay” as in neighbor and weigh, so that means that it’s field and not feild, although I’d swear to God it can’t be that simple. And how the hell do you spell soo-ven-eers? Souvenours? Souvenirs? Souvenaires? Customs can just figure it out nomonically! Pneumonically? Neumonically? Gnumonically? Ugh! And don’t even get me started on that place where you eat food. (Restaurant? Restaraunt? Hell, I’ll even try restaront.)
It’s sucks in foreign languages, too. I have a friend who can pick up languages like a hot guy with chicks, and I sometimes feel like punching her in the face. I mean, I can barely speak English, how the hell do you have, what, two, three that you’re fluent in? I feel like I’m swimming up stream, and the only way to avoid drowning is to work so hard that I burrow right under the river. I went to an intensive camp with my friend, and she couldn’t comprehend why I was having to work so hard.
Reading Shakespeare’s kind of like reading another language itself. And any form of poetry, ugh. Sometimes I have to read the same sentence twenty times before I actually start understanding it. At least normal words only take me five or ten reads at max. With all that other crap I’m seeing words I’ve never heard with spellings I’ve never seen, and I’d swear sometimes that poets design there stuff to create my own personal hell.
It even gets me when I talk sometimes, too. It’s like the words just won’t come to my mouth or won’t get past my lips. It’s worse when I’m tried, and I sound like I have a stutter or something. Too many times I’ll have to trail off in the middle of my sentence because it’s just not falling together.
I still remember that I once mentioned it to a good friend of mine in class, and her reply was to basically tell me that dyslexia isn’t real. Seriously dude? Lived with it all my life here, I think I would know. I’m not looking for a pity party over here or anything. I’ve been dealing with this issue all my life, and I’ve done pretty dang well at getting past it. I don’t want your pity, I just want your understanding. I try to hide it, but sometimes somethings just harder for me and I’d like to talk to my friends about it, so I’m sorry if you don’t “believe” in dyslexia, but it’s affects some people out there.
I’m sorry we can’t all be as perfect as you
We were together for about a year. I don’t know what happened between us. I loved you; I really, truly did. And then. . . I don’t know. What I do know is that I’ve treated you like crap lately, and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you in any way. We broke up yesterday, but we talked and we’re still friends. We both apologized. It was probably for the best that we broke up, but I still feel horrible. And I’m still sorry. I just hope that we will be happier being friends. In a way, I still do love you. Just not the way I thought I did. And I’m going to tell you this sometime soon. I should have told you yesterday, but everything happened so fast. And I didn’t know how to say it.