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I feel like being brutally true this week.
I will tell it like it is.
I got attacked for it in third period. I hate it when the shittiest of all people, say this "aren't we nice".
I turned to her, and told the truth. It's not like you're any better than me. At least I make it an effort to tell it to the problem I have with the person out front instead of to the people around them.
I also hate it when the people who you try your best to ignore the whole entire day, say things to you like they have known you the whole year.
It doesn't work like that. Because if it did, then you're a fucking Jew who will never say sorry because you've been so fucking abused in your life that you think saying sorry is being weak. And you my friend, are a racist, white supremacist who tries to escape the reality of that by claiming that you are Irish, English, Finnish, German, Jewish, and many other European countries. No- you are just white. American white.
But that's not the truth, because in reality non of us really know each other.
Like I have previously claimed, you bastards would not hesitate to shoot each other, even for a SECOND with a shot gun, over the last slice of pizza.
Now you may stop here, and bash your eyes once or twice and say this. "Bitch, like you don't do that shit"
I don't.
If I was coming from a competitive background, I would.
But I'm not.
So when you guys are pulling each other's hair over that last slice, I'm sitting to the side watching this hostility. Because I just don't like pizza.
You see the difference between me and you is that, you do things without believing that you would have the audacity to ever commit such act. Yuo say things like no thats mean, and no, I don't wish her death; while at the same time you have your hands around their neck- strangling them.
While I have the audacity to say it, I am never able to actually do it. Which is Sad.
Therefore, you will say that you are my, or her best friend, but as soon as a guy is involved. You will not hesitate to stab a knife in my back...literally. Let me bleed.
It will be like Shopping for blood.
Go on, do say to yourself that I am wrong. It's better to make yourself believe in something that's not true.
Lessens the guilt and pain. | 
