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Today when i came home form school, I shoveled the front of my house, and hoped on Gaia, hoping to see a friend, I was in for three of the most ignorant things ever written about me. Ohh, and guess whou wrote it. A friend. She believes that I am not fullfilling or being a friend the way that friends be friends. She thinks I betryad her in a way because this guy doesn't like her. How is that my fault? She thinks that I did all of this just to make her jealous. Well let me tell you something, Ms. Bobburst450. If I wanted to make you jealous, I could have easily done it without using Clifford as a decoy. Making you jealous is not that hard. And since you wanna talk about people not liking people, do you even know what the hell that feels like? You sit there in your perfect little world, thinking that you have all these problems when your problems don't even come close to mine. You honestly, truly, really don't know what it feels like to be picked on everyday. And it still happens. You don't know what it feels like to be picked on and such. You have no idea what I go through everyday with my mom, my dad, my family, the people who live around me, my life in general, and the fact that I barely have enough money to buy some clothes, let alone go to a Catholic school. Okay, Bobbi, I'm poor. Yes, I may come to school looking like I have a decent amount of money, but I am filthy, stinking poor. Here you come in your little fur boots, with these expensive shirts and jeams from every which place. You have no idea how much pain I hold inside. Yea, I come to school looking happy and what not, but it's only something to cover up what it really is that I feel inside. I don't feel loved or anything like that. You have a little sister who you don't like, I would be happy to have a little sister that I can see when I come home. I have three other sibling that I don't see. My sister, I haven't seen at all. My little brother, I've only seen once, and my oldest brother, I only see him about two to four times a year. And then when I finally find something, you get mad because you can't have it. I've sat there and watch you get everything a person can ever dream for and you don't even apprecitate it. I'd give up anything to have what you have. An angry man closes his eyes and opens his mouth. Think about that. It might help you. crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying
Now all that's left of me is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside,
Serenity My Sweet
P.S. I cried as I wrote this. Know what you are righ, I would cry if someone lied to me because I've been lied to too much. Try being lied to by your mother, father, and just about every person in your family and see if you wouldn't cry.
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 Midnight Magdeline · Fri Feb 22, 2008 @ 10:11pm · 3 Comments |
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