|The douchebags of my life </3
||[Feb. 23rd, 2007|07:30 pm]
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What the fuuuuuck?
you know what I hate?
Yes. I hate guys. Stupid, fucking, vain, self centered, good for nothing, low life douche bags.
well, guess what?
this may be immature, but who the fuck cares?
To you (L)
You sir, are obviously the biggest douchbag I know. What the hell is wrong with you? What makes you think that I wanted anything to do with you? What you did was wrong, and I hate you for it. I sincerely hope you get hit by a bus, then have some ugly smelly animal comes along and takes a HUGE DUMP on your mangled remains.
You didn't drink a drop that night, you took advantage of me. I was too drunk to even move, what makes you think it was okay to try and hook up with me?! I trusted you.
You're not even good looking, your personality sucks, and you're as dull as a doorknob. I didn't want anything to do with you.
and I still don't.
I've told you this, yet you try even HARDER to try and "hook me".
I hate you, and I always will.
I don't know why I put up with you. You can't ever make up your mind about "us". I never wanted anything special from you. Maybe respect, a good friendship... but you're obviously not mature enough for something like that.
I know that you're blaming what happened on me. Saying that I was shameless, and tried so hard to get with you.
but thats not the case, and you know it. You're just too much of a coward to admit it.
You know that there could have been something really good between us. Nothing serious, just fun.
but once I caved, and you got what you wanted.. you decided there was no other reason to even want to talk to me.
and that makes you a bastard.
I don't hate you, although I should. You've done quite a bit to hurt me in the past. Yet, I always come back for more. I don't understand it. You're nothing special. Acutally, I'm lying.
No one has ever understood me the way you did, nor have they had the patience to deal with all my bullshit. No one has ever come so close to knowing what makes me tick, and how I operate. We were basically one person.
Always on the same wavelength. I want to be able to say that someone else, or outside forces were to blame for what went wrong.
but I know the truth. It was me. I can't think of anyone else who has made me as happy as you've made me in the past, with that being said I also can't think of anyone else that has hurt me the way you have...
I wasn't good enough for you, and I probably never will be. I'm just going to have to accept that.
You're only slightly a douche. You dink me around all the time.
Every weekend, I'm always scared that you're going to mess up my reasoning and judgement all over again.
You want me. then you dont. then you do again.
Its really pathetic how I used to believe that we had another chance.
Even though, I like what we have.
Every weekend, you're so close to fucking it up.
It frustrates me to no end. And I can actually blame myself for this one.
I can just ignore your calls, pretend you don't exist. I dont have to talk to you on weekends.
I wish that you meant everything you said, and said everything you meant.
Just be honest with me. I can obviously handle it.
I hate that I don't know what to do with you.
I think I hate you.
but then, I think about thinking I hate you and it's just not possible.
You're not good for me.
I know this.
I'm sorry I hurt you with what I said to you. I was out of line, and I told you that. I've tried to apoligize many times and you don't want anything to do with me.
and I'm fine with that.
But you don't have the right in trying to control What i do.
you never have.
You're wasting your time by telling me what to do. You didn't know what was going on with any of the things I was going through at the time. You jsut dropped in, and thought you knew what was going on.
but you didnt have a clue.
I don't care if you think that you're above me and ohsosmart.
but, really.. you're not.
and I seriously dont care that we arent friends anymore.
Anyways, theres the douche list.
I feel quite a bit better having all of those on paper.
or, well... written down.
so, yeah... guys.
you know who you are.