*checks out something* Oh yes. I am so right about me not having any readers. I used to be on three people’s favorite list. Now? *laughs* Now just Danielle. Not like she reads this bull cock anyways.

Good. Don’t fucking read about my life. Fuckers. Is my life to dull for you? Are my mood swings too much for you? Good. Fuck off, then. No one asked you. I don’t need to feel loved, really I don’t.

Sorry. I’m just a little angry that no one really gives a shit about my life. And I’m not just talking about readers, even though I did like knowing that I had some people reading my opinion. People really don’t care about me that much. I get a “how are you?” and as long as I say fine they leave me alone. That’s another thing. If I say anything about shit like this I get “Shut up, Rose. Stop bitching.” Fuck you.

Yes, I’m angry. I’m in pain. I need to write about how horribly wonderful my night was last night. But, see, Dominic never called me back, so we never hung out again tonight. And I was sorta looking forward to it. So I’m just a little pissed. Yeah. Rant over. No one reads this shit anyways. Maybe I should just say, “fuck it” and close it down, huh? Maybe.

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