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I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! I HATE YOU!!
I don't even know why I hate you. I don't know why I ever loved you. I suppose I didn't love you; I loved who you used to be, and that's why I hate you now. Maybe I just didn't know you, but now I look at pictures of you and me, and I pour over journal writings I made back in the old days, and I even read little FaceBook wall posts you make, and I see red.
I mean, that could be because of the fever, but I honestly just despise everything about you. I am glad I don't regret things, because if I did, I'd sure as shit be regretting being with you. I feel sullied. I feel like I need to shower because your paws were all over me. I need to brush my teeth because your tongue was in my mouth once. The hair on my neck is standing just thinking about it. Again, it could be the fever, but who knows?
You are a vile human being, and you won't be going anywhere in your life. True, I might not either, but at least I'm trying. I'm 1500 miles away from home, and while it's hard because I can't run home to Mommy every time something goes wrong, I am going to be a stronger person for it. What are you going to be?
I just wish I didn't care anymore. I've tried to delete you from my life, because honestly, after a year and a half, I sholdn't give a flying fuck, but I just cannot even stand you. I wish I could just erase you, a la Eternal Sunshine. I will, just without the brainwashing. I will forget about you, because you are not worth my time. You are worthless, and you are trash.
Well, rants aside, I'm getting better from my Martian Death Flu (a.k.a. a throat virus), though my stomach and liver may be shot to extensive Tylenol and Advil use. I'm really looking forward to going home in a week, as I haven't seen my friends or pets in 3 or 4 months, nor have I seen my own family for at least 6 weeks. Still, the phone makes it much easier to be away and enjoy myself thoroughly. I also have been buried in work, and I really hope I don't fail Psych 101. I swear, the class . . . my professor just treats us like children. In her response to our papers, she gave us a letter from Padme Amadala. I shit you not. The woman needs to teach kindergarten, and that's the end of that. I guess she's too highly qualified to teach kindergarten now, but really. . . personality reviews of the Grinch? Come on. Problem is, the class is actually hard, but her little simplifications do nothing to make it easier.
Anyways, I should go work on my Broadway paper that's due today at 8:10. Eep!
p.s. take note of my current music and remember what a fucking badass I am. Oh, yeah!
I don't even know why I hate you. I don't know why I ever loved you. I suppose I didn't love you; I loved who you used to be, and that's why I hate you now. Maybe I just didn't know you, but now I look at pictures of you and me, and I pour over journal writings I made back in the old days, and I even read little FaceBook wall posts you make, and I see red.
I mean, that could be because of the fever, but I honestly just despise everything about you. I am glad I don't regret things, because if I did, I'd sure as shit be regretting being with you. I feel sullied. I feel like I need to shower because your paws were all over me. I need to brush my teeth because your tongue was in my mouth once. The hair on my neck is standing just thinking about it. Again, it could be the fever, but who knows?
You are a vile human being, and you won't be going anywhere in your life. True, I might not either, but at least I'm trying. I'm 1500 miles away from home, and while it's hard because I can't run home to Mommy every time something goes wrong, I am going to be a stronger person for it. What are you going to be?
I just wish I didn't care anymore. I've tried to delete you from my life, because honestly, after a year and a half, I sholdn't give a flying fuck, but I just cannot even stand you. I wish I could just erase you, a la Eternal Sunshine. I will, just without the brainwashing. I will forget about you, because you are not worth my time. You are worthless, and you are trash.
Well, rants aside, I'm getting better from my Martian Death Flu (a.k.a. a throat virus), though my stomach and liver may be shot to extensive Tylenol and Advil use. I'm really looking forward to going home in a week, as I haven't seen my friends or pets in 3 or 4 months, nor have I seen my own family for at least 6 weeks. Still, the phone makes it much easier to be away and enjoy myself thoroughly. I also have been buried in work, and I really hope I don't fail Psych 101. I swear, the class . . . my professor just treats us like children. In her response to our papers, she gave us a letter from Padme Amadala. I shit you not. The woman needs to teach kindergarten, and that's the end of that. I guess she's too highly qualified to teach kindergarten now, but really. . . personality reviews of the Grinch? Come on. Problem is, the class is actually hard, but her little simplifications do nothing to make it easier.
Anyways, I should go work on my Broadway paper that's due today at 8:10. Eep!
p.s. take note of my current music and remember what a fucking badass I am. Oh, yeah!