Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it.
(Source: Spotify!)
Imitation is not the highest form of flattery: it’s the highest form of fucking annoyance
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Any pussy drinking Mike’s Hard or Smirnoff Ice needs to not be drinking.
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stop making me sleep every time i go home you crazy tramps.
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Okay, I’m trying REALLY hard to not let this bother me. For the past week, I’ve been trying to get a hold of Lo and C to try to get my Macbook and CD’s back from them. They’ve been blatantly ignoring me. And now they delete me from Facebook. Also, I’ve been hearing that they’re talking shit about me. This all starts to happen when I decide to stop partying and go to counseling and try to move forward with my life.
I couldn’t give a shit less that we’re not friends, anymore. And I’ll get over the fact that I’m never going to get my shit back.
What I want to know is…fucking why? What changed when I got sober?
Whatever. The best revenge is living well. Which I have been doing and intend on doing nothing other than moving up.
This is my motivation.
And yet, I still have this nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach.
They do not exist to me. They do not exist.
