Toxic people - they gossip, bully, steal and still are able to walk the earth not understanding the hurt and chaos they inflict. How is this? - how can they not understand or do they just not care?
I just don't get it - there has got to be some pay back coming from somewhere. I would love to see what this would be, surly they have it coming.
If and when their time comes I will bring the popcorn
Cunts
No one wants to see through the clouds and rain which are usually followed by the sun. Everyone just wants disposable everything like a cheap outfit from primark. What happened to effort? You don't know what you've got til it's gone.
YOU FUCKING FAAAAAAAAAAAAKE PEOPLE, WHY DON'T YOU JUST GET REAL HUH??? WHY WHY WHY. YOU DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND THAT YOU LIKE ME DAMN IT! STOP FUCKING LYING. DON'T PRETEND THAT YOU'RE NICE. WHEN YOU IGNORE MY MESSAGES, IT'S FUCKING OBVIOUS. STOP 'APOLOGIZING' AND MAKIN UP SHITTY EXECUSES LIKE YOUR FACE. DON'T PRETEND THAT YOU LIKE ME. STOP PMSING. JUST A LITTLE RESPECT IS ENOUGH.
Okay, occasionally you annoy me. But this time, you've really, REALLY pissed me off this time. You need to realise that not everything is about you, you're not little miss perfect, and you can't get away with being like this to people. So, I've had enough, and i'm walking away. Because right now, you're not worth my time.
Dreaming about your x's? yeah sorry i am a little bit annoyed
Like seriously man, quit talking shit when i'm trying to listen to The Archers.
This will sound funny, but I hate wearing clothes. I mean clothes that I wear when I go out, like t-shirts and trousers. I'm just not comfortable in them. I much prefer wearing a vest and pants everyday. That makes me sound like a lazy bum, but I don't mind changing and putting other clothes on, I just don't like to wear them in the house.
I want to want you. I want to want you so fucking bad. But can I let myself... like, really, let myself want you? No. Because I have no fucking confidence. People did this sort of stuff when we were 16, I'm 21 and stuff haven't fucking kissed someone properly. I haven't had sex. And yet I'm supposed to live up to this reputation that I have of the whole cool, popular, attractive guy who did all this crap years before anyone else. Reputations mean nothing when there's no truth behind them, and god knows I didn't start it. I want to want you so badly. I want to kiss you so badly. I wanted to kiss you tonight, when you gave me every chance, but I fucked it up. I fucked it up AGAIN. I hate myself for shit like that. I really, deeply hate myself for this kind of thing.
No... when i say you cant use my phone.. that doesnt mean you can pick it up.. and use it and then drop it.. breaking it.
fucking twat
I was really REALLY wishing that University Students were some sort of intelligent, competent, respectable people, with whom I could be friends.
But no.
They're still the same bitching, whining, illiterate, backstabbing, moronic, still apparently 15 year old bastards who think the only way to have fun or get to know someone is to go out drinking until you are ill and if you don't you're socially retarded.
My 14 year old brother behaves better than you do, and you're going on 22.
Grow up.
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