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I hate the people who use "4" and "2" instead of "for" and "to". It's only an extra later. How fucking hard is it? I also hate how they don't realize how stupid they look when typing like that. I fucking hate chat speak in general. It should be renamed 10 year old speak. I hate how hard it is to read it too. Nov 11 5:28 PM MST

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I hate L.A. traffic. I don't think I am ever more depressed than in that cluster-fuck. People are so selfish in their cars. Feel invincible, bitch? Not if I ram you into oncoming traffic, let me pass! Nov 12 8:12 PM MST

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open letter to a certain someone:
oh. hey there. how are things?? fuck, i really don't care. you're going to listen to me, for once. first of all, i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. i have never felt so remorseful for anything in my life. and if you don't accept that, then fuck you. i mean my apology from the bottom of my heart, and if you can't even give me the courtesy of letting me know that you forgive me, or even that you just can't, then i'm done. i'm done making myself feel sick over this. i'm done taking all the blame. i should have been more in control of my actions, but you knew that i was not okay. you shouldn't have let me do what i did. not if we were really friends. and everyone else who really loved me was trying so hard to get me to see this... i hate how i thought that you were the only one who cared about me enough to let me live my own life. no, you didn't care about me at all, did you?? you were content to just be concerned about which girls you were fucking and trying to fuck, how much you could smoke or rail in a day, and how often i'd give you money. i hate how i try so hard not to read over your old texts and notes and emails, and yet i do every day. i hate how you acted like you were just happy that i was okay, until you found out that you were getting in trouble. then it was all blame and guilt. i hate how when you wouldn't answer the phone, but kept texting me about how i've ruined your life, i went down to the park with a handful of pills, yes those pills, and a razor blade. i hate how i couldn't manage to do it, even though i wish constantly i had. you know what... i will always fucking love you. i can't get over the good that you did for me. how some of our friendship was real and beautiful. but i despise, destest, I HATE the way that your memory makes me feel. i hate how people just don't understand how i can't fully hate you. i hate how they tried to blame this all on you. i hate how i even told them that it was my idea, and they wouldn't believe me, and then you wouldn't believe that. i hate how every single fucking thing reminds me of you, and i even seek out things to get you in my mind. i hate this feeling. i hate my life. i hate myself for what i did to you. i love you.
sincerely,
a horrible douchebag of a girl Aug 12 5:51 PM MST