Friday, October 16, 2009

pass the panadols please...

for someone as smart as me. when it comes to problems like you and you and you. even Albert Einstein would have a heart attack trying to solve the problem.

you think just cause you're older you get to push me around? DAMN STRAIGHT YOU'RE WRONG.

no one pushes me around okay? once in a while if i'm in a good mood, fine. its okay.
but going into my room and trashing it and then calling me a pig is UNACCEPTABLE you moron.

it isnt your room anymore. you cant just move away and still call it yours. you moved in to the new room and now thats your room. the old room is MY room now. wake up and smell the roses. you think i'm the bane of your life? YOU ARE THE BANE OF MY LIFE. YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT. you cant just walk into a room and say its yours just cause you like it. if thats so i would walk into trump tower and call it mine. use your god given brain la please.

you tell me you're some kinda big shot and how you bully people? aw please. the story is getting a bit old aint it? but since your head is so big i just kept quiet and let it continue growing with impatience. while you stomp your way to the top, one day when you're already at the top, i'll be waiting for a person to push you into the ravine and make sure you'll never be able to get up.

karma is a bitch. you said it yourself. now be prepared to face the consequences of your choices.

angry and ready to fight,
joyce

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