'Kay.
So.
I'm going to see Vince Gill in about two hours.
I'm happy for that.
But I'm also depressed.
Mike's ex's and the people he know are bashing on me.
They're like, "You're just a flavour of the week."
And s**t.
I think that his ex is just jealous.
Because they're doing that to me, I've become numb.
In school, my friends are noticing my "not care" attitude.
And they're noticing that when somebody makes fun of me, I don't care.
Because I don't.
Not anymore, anyways.
People call me 'emo,' 'slutty,' and a 'damn b***h.'
But you know what?
I DON'T GIVE A ********.
And no.
I don't want to talk about it.
So don't even ask.
Oh yeah.
Don't try to make me feel better, either.
Chances are, I'll ignore you, tell you off, or a combination of the two.
So.
I'm going to see Vince Gill in about two hours.
I'm happy for that.
But I'm also depressed.
Mike's ex's and the people he know are bashing on me.
They're like, "You're just a flavour of the week."
And s**t.
I think that his ex is just jealous.
Because they're doing that to me, I've become numb.
In school, my friends are noticing my "not care" attitude.
And they're noticing that when somebody makes fun of me, I don't care.
Because I don't.
Not anymore, anyways.
People call me 'emo,' 'slutty,' and a 'damn b***h.'
But you know what?
I DON'T GIVE A ********.
And no.
I don't want to talk about it.
So don't even ask.
Oh yeah.
Don't try to make me feel better, either.
Chances are, I'll ignore you, tell you off, or a combination of the two.
