I didn't say anything behind your back that i didn't already say.
Obviously your social life here and anywhere else means a great deal. Otherwise all of your hatred and sadness is from nothing. If you didn't care what people thought you wouldn't have a live journal, nor a myspace. Keep your personal buisness private, -or- you'll have people to criticize. You try to tell people every detail of your life and get upset when they have an opinion. Get a grip. If you don't want people to read all your horrible lifes details (sarcasm) then don't post it for the world to see.
Stop blaming everything that happens to you on location. Where you are is seriously not an issue. Yeah this town sucks and has a lot of assholes in it, but tell me what town/city/place doesnt? Beleive be, i'll relocate. You're going to let yourself me miserable anywhere. Your life is the one that lacks all this "meaning", so stop parading yourself around begging for attention and pitty.
Anyways, as I recall, when my livejournal was friends only, you were the one who added me to your friends list, therefore you chose to fucking read what I have to say. These entries are written for those who do care, and those who are my fucking friends, even when shit gets really bad (Wendi, Morgan, Scott, Simon, Taryn)... So fine, you get your wish, I will take you off the fucking list, okay? And make all of my entries friends only, so that you and all you friends will stop complaing about my complaints. Like I said before, if you dont like it, dont read it and fuck off.
Dont get mad at me. I know you hang out with sam. I would like to say you werent in on sam's little "Anti Jess" campaign or whatever, but how would I know that. She says that a lot of people say this shit about me, and only she has the guts to say it to my face. I dont actually know THAT MANY people, so I have to be a little more careful. From what I hear she pulls this shit all of the time, and I now regret sticking up for her when people said shit, I now realize everything that was said is actually true. When I put up the banner, just comment if you still want to read anything I have to say. Sorry, i dont know what to do. <3 you.
Jessica love. I love you, you know this. Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT let people get to you. The people who sit here and talk about you, and make fun of you, and bitch about you, and make all the effort in the world to make you feel bad are worth shit. The only people you need in your life are the people who need you in THEIR'S. You are a wonderful girl, you are going through difficult times, and that does not make you a horrible person or anything. And you may post things, but that does not mean that other people have a God given right to talk about it. If I were you, make your journal friends only.. and only allow people who will HELP you rather than HURT you, read it. You're going through enough, you don't need anymore thrown on your shoulders. Your real friends understand that you are having a hard time, and they will still be by your side. I mean, check out Wendi and I ... we fucking love you, we haven't gotten up and left you because of what you post in here, and we never will. You are entitled to your opinions. Other people are not
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Obviously your social life here and anywhere else means a great deal. Otherwise all of your hatred and sadness is from nothing. If you didn't care what people thought you wouldn't have a live journal, nor a myspace. Keep your personal buisness private, -or- you'll have people to criticize. You try to tell people every detail of your life and get upset when they have an opinion. Get a grip. If you don't want people to read all your horrible lifes details (sarcasm) then don't post it for the world to see.
Stop blaming everything that happens to you on location. Where you are is seriously not an issue. Yeah this town sucks and has a lot of assholes in it, but tell me what town/city/place doesnt? Beleive be, i'll relocate. You're going to let yourself me miserable anywhere. Your life is the one that lacks all this "meaning", so stop parading yourself around begging for attention and pitty.
Get over yourself.
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