Pieces Of Me.

Fuck you. I fucking hate you so much. To think I trusted you. To think I treated you as my good friend. To think I put in so much good words for you. Fuck. Liar. Fucking liar. Fucking two timing bastard. Fuck you. Fuck Melodie. Go be with that slut. Having a fling with her best friend's sister's boyfriend? WOW. Just fuck off. I would rather choose not to believe that. But I saw it with my own eyes. Fuck, you were such a disappointment. You deserve that slap. And fuck, I hate your guts. I don't believe you. I can't believe you. Just a fling. Oh shut the fuck up.
There. What's going on? I've found out my good friend/ best guy friend is actually a two timing bastard. I've loads to get off my chest. There's one, I've another.
The September/ October birthday thing, it's kinda pissing me off. I shouldn't just shut up anymore. This is not for anyone specifically, but the whole thing. Everything. What's with all the freaking expensive presents? Yeah, it's nice and sweet.. Getting what they really want.. But not to that extent! Just think, is it fair? The June celebrations, less that $10 per person celebrating for 3 people! And we had so much fun. Ziya's birthday, we had so much fun even after we lost the present! You all are too caught up in making it the best for your partners, I guess you guys sort of neglected the others, or me alone. Think of it from my point of view alright. I ain't exactly a rich girl.
If you think that I'm a bitch, so be it. I ain't gonna fucking care. I'm sick. I'm tired. Fuck everything.