Well you little b****....

Yes yes, a very negative blog post at the end of a very very amazing weekend!

This blog post is going to be somewhat anonymous, since I don't want to do the

same thing this person did to me. Expose me on the internet. In my mind that's

something called stooping too low. Well if that's where this little ego-tripper is

going that's for her to choose. I don't give a shit. I'm not all that angry at her 

actually. I'm laughing at her. Laughing so hard, I just think I'm gonna puke. 

Because this bitch has no more life than to still think about me. Too bad for

her, I don't think of her anymore, huh? If she still thinks about me that must mean

she hasn't gotten over me. I'm glad. Why? Because that means I still haunt her.

What I'm doing repulses her. Even though she doesn't know what I really am

doing. She thinks I'm stupid? Just because I attend the school I attend? Well

that's just plain childish! This school is the school, where most people have 

ever accepted me. Last time this bitch wrote me I lost all respect for her. And

now? Now my respect has gone below zero. Hanging me out on her blog

as one of the biggest bitches in this universe....while mentioning my name, so

everybody knows it's me. That's what I call childish. She can write whatever

she wants. The beauty of Denmark : freedom of expression. But she has to

take the consequences that comes with her words. And I don't think she can.

I wrote her a text. That was Thursday. She still hasn't answered. I bet she

doesn't know what to say to me. She has no words for me. Well I have 

plenty for her to say. I could write a billion words about her. Negative that

is, of course. All the feelings of friendship I felt for her before. All the jealousy?

That's gone like clouds from the sun now. She can just go on thinking of me

as an ugly broad, who looks like a mess with piercings and tattoos and everything.

I'm just thinking : at least I don't look like you! Well ms. cutsey-pants. Gloves

off. I'm no better than you for posting this post...but oh well, if you can be a 

bitch, then so can I. Can't I? Oh yes I can. I just never was it in front of you

because I couldn't back then. I've been shaped and changed so much since

I stopped talking to you. Don't like the change? Well that's your loss, I don't

lose anything at all. Well that's not true...I lose respect for you. But I lost you

a long time ago. Or maybe..I think it was rather you who lost me. Because

you are still in exactly the same place as you were a year ago. Impatient, weak,

childish, dreaming and holding onto dreams, because you don't have anything

or anyone other to hold on to. That's just shows the difference between the

two of us. Because I'm the complete opposite. Well, maybe I might be impatient

still. But...the other things...let's just say, I'm a a year younger than you and I'm

more mature than you in many ways and I don't just dream...I live out my dreams

and hold on to my friends and love as much as I can. Too bad you still dream

about little boybands. Not for me to worry about. 

Love me or hate me

It's still an obsession!