bitchfest 101.

for some reason i have been in the BEST mood this week. the doctor said that the medicine would make me meaner and bitchier than i have been.. which at first i freaked out because i have been THE BIGGEST bitch lately. so i was scared. but for some reason i was actually happy this week. crazy, huh? well it was good. until this weekend. grab a beer and put your big girl panties on, this'll take a while and i have some choice words for everything.


HELL.
this week is literally going to be my week of living hell. it's just sunday and already i am stressed out so much i can't think straight.  honestly. i dont know what this week is going to bring for me. i have a french test tomorrow, which i have yet to study for, a history of americas test tomorrow, which i didnt even bring my shit home, a lit quiz over the book i have barely read, and the lord knows im forgetting about SOMETHING. then tuesday is a special learning day, get out at 12... cool, but then i have an apt for my mouth in athens that evening. ughhh. then wednesday is the writing test. yippefuckindoo. thursday... math test. friday, who cares. i just need saturday to GET HERE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. but we all know that this is going to be the slowest week of my fucking life. like i said, excuse my language. 


YOU.
you are supposed to be the man that i look up to, the man that keeps me safe when i get scared, the man that tells me everything is going to be okay and that the world is a good place, call me his angel, pull the gun out when i go on dates, worry about how i dress, what boy i'm talking to, what i'm doing when i'm not at the house. but no. you are at home. drinking away. then you get the nerve to call me, TRASHED and not even be able to say ONE sentence?!? no. no. no. no. you made me cry. you broke my heart and i dont know what to do anymore because the man i look up to is not someone i want to be. i dont want to be an alcoholic. home is not home anymore. now that i look back, it was never a home. i can't look at that house. then you text me the other day and tell me to "schedule a day to come clean out your room"....wow. okay, so i have to take everything out of my room so your new gf can put all her shit in MY bedroom? no. just NO. 


YOU.
you are just one FUCKING dumbass. seriously? you get arrested and make her spend $400 to bail you out? you know better. i dont care who you think you are, you dont do that. she worked hard for that money and you just took it all away. ghuirahnfkjshnf;kshf.


YOU.
you're in a relationship now? wtf? when did that happen? and why would SHE lie to me about that? ugh whatever. i dont even care about you.


YOU.
i'm glad we talked today. i'm sorry about this weekend. like i said it was a bad weekend. everyone was fighting around me, and it made me think that we actually had it reallllly good compared to what i was hearing. it just made me wanna be around you more and more and i screwed up. what, its been 3 weeks now that i havent seen you? gahhhhh. its kinda hard to believe that in 4 days would have only been our 2 months. it seems like so much longer. but i can't do anything about that. i'll be waiting. so for now, goodbye. 


YOU.
DONT FUCKING PLAY GAMES WITH HER AND DONT BREAK THEM UP. LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE AND LET THEM BE HAPPY WITHOUT YOU TRYING TO HOOK UP WITH HER, DAMN. 


YOU.
i REALLY hate when you leave for like 2 weeks and leave mom all mopey and sad and shit. then you come back and yall are practically fucking infront of me. GET A DAMN ROOM.


YOU.
stupid mother nature, do you HAVE to visit while i'll be in PARIS?!?! I mean COME ON!!!!!!


YOU.
dont pull a bitch fit with me. i wasn't trying to "steal your boy" eventhough youre the one who dumped him for another boy. i was only telling him that you'll come around and be like "omggggggggg i missssss youuuuuuu soooooooooo mucccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" ew. gross. i dont like your man honey. you can have him. 


gosh what else is there...


YOU.
get out of my bff's mind. YOURE A CHEATING, SLY, FLIRTING, LIAR, BITCH WHO IS NEVER HAPPY WITH THE GIRL HE HAS AND JUST WANTS TO FUCK EVERY GIRL. 


okay. well thats all i can go on right now. i need to try and go study for the damn french test. that i'm going to fail. cause i dont understand what the HELL to do with french pronouns. UGHHHHHHHHH.


on a good note, the new weezy cd comes out in 2 hours and 27 minutes. YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!