There's something that would drive me to suicide.
I never really understood what the appeal of getting totally hammered on the weekend was. It was the weirdest thing ever—these people have parties like this to celebrate nothing, imagine when there actually is something to celebrate.. Jesus Christ! anyway, I don’t know whether to be more disgusted by them, or more disgusted by me for actually trying to be a part of it.
Oh I see. Huh. I laughed when I discovered that today but...now I just want to snarl.
Hahah yeah I hate that stuff. Last Friday some girl asked me what I was doing tonight (the night of Friday, I mean) and I told her I’d probably just have some milk and cookies and go to bed. Then she was all like OH YOU DON’T GO CLUBBING HUH YOU MUST BE BORED A LOT!!! (I don’t know if she used that many !s)
I could have been doing something much more exciting than watching Matilda! Hmph. Next time I feel the hair on my neck stand up, I'm turning around.
So you were making weird stories. How peculiar! Well, not really peculiar. Maybe peculiar for a boring person.
What a waste of your time.
Why do you want me mad at you?
Why didn't you say anything, you faggot?
Still, I’m pretty sure I’ve been angry at you before. Think back hard, and you’ll remember.
