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[21 Apr 2005|11:26pm] |
TO THE LITTLE SNITCH WHO TELEPHONED MY MOTHER TODAY WITH THE INTENTION OF READING MY (EXPLICIT) LIVEJOURNAL ENTRIES TO HER:
- how fucking mature. i'm pretty sure i know it was YOU & you really need to think about yourself & the things you do, because you've got some serious psychological disorders going on inside of your head. (how come it's OKAY for you to move on & get on with your life normally? yet, you won't allow me or myself to return to any type of normal routine. hmmm.... get over yourself, K? K.)
- & all of this, because i've got a new friend - who's a boy ? c'mon now. you fucking began a new relationship within a week of our own breaking up. i can't even believe how immature/psycho you are.
- nice try to convince my mother that i'm this horrible excuse for a teenager. too bad she believes me over your own. (she knows you are a cheater & cheaters are liars, obviously. duh.)
um, i have more stuff to say, but i've got too make a completely new post.
IF YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING READ MY ELJAY: don't disrespect my privacy, mother fucker(s).
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i'm krista. this is my journal. i'm seventeen & i hate it. i'm heartbroken & i hate it. i hate everything, i hate myself.
if you want to be my friend, you'll probably learn to hate me too.
( here's the story behind this journal. )
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