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Bitchbitchbitchbitchbitch...
MAN.
I HATE THAT DUMB a*****e SO MUCH!
The Story of Last Summer
a*****e was having a party. I was psyched. When the first girl, we'll call her Alexis, arrived, I found that I was blatantly ignored by a*****e in favor of Alexis. When I feel unwanted, I tend to just stay out of the way so they don't have to watch me feel like crap and try to comfort me, only to leave seconds later.
a*****e is very egotistical because she takes singing lessons and because of them, became very good. And being surrounded by her has made my own self-confidence dwindle immensely. Her mother asked her if she would be singing at the party to entertain her and her drunken friends (a**'s father is in a band, so they had a whole thing set up), and a** said yes.
I was excited. I don't like my singing voice very much, but I feel more comfortable in a group. When I asked what we should sing, she turned to me and said in the snobbiest way possible, "She didn't mean you. She just meant me and Alexis." To say the least, I was shocked. So then I had to follow them around and then sit and watch them rehearse the song. I got bored and took to wandering about alone.
Later, others began to arrive. I was becoming more and more antsy and upset because of being ignored while a** clung to Alexis. She showed off to her friends frequently, and I was sitting on the sidelines. What drove me over the edge to start crying was when I was sitting on the hammock, and everyone suddenly got quiet and looked at me. I knew what was happening, so I simply turned away, pretending to not notice that they ditched me. After just sitting there for the longest time, I got up, went into my parents' car (they were attending the party over on the adult section), and I just because to bawl.
Later on, when a** and Alexis went to sing, I told them that I thought they sucked and that I was going to boo them. I turned and walked away while they sang. From that moment onwards, I hate the song For Good from Wicked. I still do. I break into tears whenever someone plays it. When I did the play, I started bawling on stage.
a**'s mom asked me why I didn't sing. I said it was because they told me I couldn't. Of course, the drunk lady couldn't really understand anything, so I was left on my own.
I decided to confront a**. She said that I was simply jealous of all the attention she was getting. I replied that it was because she was showing off to all of her friends and that she was forgetting that I was there.
I sat and cried. I cried to my mom, begging her to take me home. I couldn't stop. I felt like s**t. I wanted to have someone shoot me. It was one of the worst days of my life.
Before I left, I went into her house, where a** and Alexis were sitting in the bathroom just talking. I told her straight out that I hated her, I no longer wanted to be her friend, I wanted her to stop talking to me, calling me, IMing me, everything. I wanted to cut off contact with her. Then I left. My mom went in to go to the bathroom just as I left, and I guess that she told them how badly I felt, because a** began to cry because my mom literally yelled.
I got my mom to take me home where I just cried.
It took only two days before she came back, begging me to be friends again. It took me a month before I decided to patch things up again. She was my best friend, alright?
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Tonight's Party
I was promised dancing and karaoke.
I got into a fight.
Again.
Parties suck because she has all these people to show off for.
So, she was complaining of a headache and being all bitchy and moaning. Obviously she should of left the room full of blaring music and strobe lights. Annnyway, I turn the music off because everyone was out playing sudoku and it was just me and a few others. I started to sing, and then she started to yell at me for it, so I started yelling right back. So then I got up and asked her if she wanted to fight me over it and she said yeah. So I pushed her back and she nearly fell. So then she said not to touch her, so I said, "Or what? You gonna slap me?" And she said "Yeah" so I responded with, "I'm so scared." And then we didn't talk until that b***h tried to apologize. Dumb a*****e. Didn't work. Woulda punched her if my finger wasn't broken. Really. I've been so close to doing that to people these days. Like that b***h in school who used to like to talk about me. I would resort to physical violence. In fact, I did by pushing her. If that brat had decided to keep on going, it would of gotten ugly.
 k a c i e ilu · Sun Jun 29, 2008 @ 05:09am · 0 Comments |
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