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rustique
Saturday, December 13, 2008 @ 1:36 PM
Deprivation. 
"Life sucks and then you die.
Yeah, I should be so lucky."
- Jacob Black [Breaking Dawn]

I feel like I can never win, no matter what--I will always come in last place. Even behind the people who you could swear, didn't have a chance. Finally, I get my all too over-protective mother to let me have one night of fun. After first, she had completely denied the thought of letting me go, but then after a series of guilt trips. She caved.

Let's make a long story short-- I can't go.

Maybe I shouldn't try to do these things, maybe I should just stay home from now on and let what is supposed to happen... happen. This, obviously wasn't meant tobe.
 
 
rustique
Sunday, December 7, 2008 @ 12:02 PM
Hygiene is NOT a luxury. 

It is unsanitary, and disgusting. I find myself gagging involuntarily as I can see my reflection in your face, and even more disturbingly... your hair. I never thought I was asking for much, it is actually a very basic task. Shower, shampoo, condition. But apparently not. It is repulsive and I don't know a better way to get my point across than gift wrapping a Christmas basket, filled to the top with facial soaps and a never-ending supply of shampoo.

But, what if you DO shower? Pouring half a bottle of gel in your hair is not something ANYONE finds attractive. If anything it isn't helping anything.

Then, there are the people who shower regularly, hair is pristine but when they spread there lips to reveal those pearly whites--there is
anything put. Instead, an ugly orange residue has completely taken over you teeth, leading me too wonder how your teeth haven't fallen out yet, or been eaten away by whatever germ is living on your teeth.

Hygiene isn't a priority, nor is it a luxury. Shower people, you'll thank me.
 
 
rustique
Saturday, December 6, 2008 @ 7:09 PM
Pathetic, drama-loving, leech. 

You are a pathetic, leech that can't seemed to cope with the fact that you are disliked. Being insulted straight to your face on a day-to-day basis doesn't seemed to bother you. Everyone talks about how much they hate you, how much they can't stand to be in your presence. Then, the moment you walk by, announce our plans... they all drop to their knees to worship the very ground you walk on.

I'm done.

I refused to stand around, acting like this is okay when it isn't. Truth is, I've never liked you since day one. You always had to be in on everything, center of attention, when you were nothing more than the pathetic add-on to our group. Not that we were anything special, just a group of friends--always together, never separated. It was obvious that we didn't need anyone else but the three of us, but you couldn't see it. You just kept pushing, and pushing.

Let's not forgot the fantasy world you live. You AREN'T going to be famous, and you definitely going to do anything that will have your name on the tip of everyone's tongue. Get over it. I don't know who you think you are sometimes, you think that you're all that and a bag of chips, but really--there are no chips in your bag. WHAT.

Do you think you are in Mean Girls? The way you snap your fingers in front of peoples faces, or even the way you do that disgusting body-roll to show that you have 'power'.

One day, when I'm not too cowardly I'm just going to go up to you... tell it like it is, and even though I know it won't affect you at that very moment, eventually and hopefully you will realize that you are nothing important to me.

Never have been, and never will be.