| Tuesday, August 09, 2005 |
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arghx. feelin so damn fucked up. i hate pple with no respect. wat d fuck is wrong w pple nowadaes? jrs dun respect srs. what's d meaning of this? even if u dun respect d person as a sr, respect him/her as a PERSON. to all d bloody fuckheads out dere. u noe who u are. i should have told u guys straight to d face wad a bunch of bloody fuckin assholes u guys are. wait. u guys dun even deserve to b called guys. what kind of guy gives way to gals to walk in front den complain tt they walk too slow? o yarh. u guys dint COMPLAIN. u juz started coughin. man. u guys should juz oopen ur big fat mouth n sae excuse me. wad makes u tink we wont move off?!! but no. cos d place where ur brain's supposed to b is soo totally hollow to d pt tt dere's not even an ounce of grey matter there. d only ting u're capable of doing is to cough. come to think of it, why m i so surprised? i should have expected that. after all, what else can one expect from u "guys"? just a bloody bunch of fucked up guys. wake up! d world doesnt revolve around u. it never did it and it never will. when i asked whats ur prob u dare telll me it's me. uh huh. it's not my prob cos i have no bloody fuckin idea tt u wana walk in FRONT of me when u dun SAY. seriously. u guys have no BRAINS.. or even a lick of COMMON SENSE. seriously. if some1 is blocking you do u juz cough n cough n cough or wld u sae excuse me? obviously if u belong to one of d no-brainer assholes u will do d latter. provoke pple juz for e sake for provokin pple. i hope tt next time u get beaten up by other pple who cant stand ur fuckin attitude. if i happen to see it obviously i will help ya get rid of them. then i'll whack u guys up myself. n i will just laugh n tell u guys that u guys bloody fuckin deserved to b taught a lesson. u guys juz have to provoke me. i'm telling u guys that i wont stand for ur bloody fuckin shit. d next time this happens u'll be sorry. i promise. u're damn lucky today i dint blow up at u. or i'll tell all of this to ur fucked up faces n dere'll be a huge fight. which ll make YOU sorry. not ME. |
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