well i guess i'll take my link out since this isnt doing me any fuckin good to have this in here...
like wtf first of all.. you laugh at me.. yah i dont write anythign fuckin funny in here..a nd i dont think that everythign is about me, cuz i know that you dont give a fucvk about me... but IF things where i try to figure out what they'd be about that way if you tried to talto me about somethign i could tla k back and be completely lost.. and i also wonder what they coudl be about.. ay kow what i cant fuckin type.. thanks for that fuckin IM shows how much you dont care.. IM HAVING A FCUKIN NERVOUS BREAKDWON AND YOU FUCKIN LAUGH AT ME. your a fuckin immature bitch.. whcy should i even wait aroudn you yet.. yet i probably will.. cuz if you EVER will grow the fuck up and not just leave me IMS id like to be friends... and by giving you stuff. i didnt mean STUFF..
i fucking meant all those nights i'd ssit online and talk to you and help you.. those nights id do fuckin 70 to get home from work so i could stop by your house for 10 minutes.. THOSE things.. not teddy bears and shit like that. see thats the thing this is why this wont get fuckin fixed
cuz you and i need to talk
and not us misinterpreting everything.. you and i need to tlak. even if we dont become friedns again cuz this fuckin shit can't continue
which is why when i say im done, i mean im not tyring and waiting around. and if we ever get to the point where we can fuckin talk abut what happens I'd love to give this another try.. and if your fuckin busy.. then why give me anotehr chance right now if you cant even fuckin committ?? sorry for all the harsh language but you should fuckin send an IM like that to someone who is fuckin depressed, pmsing and has bronchitis... cuz this is the fuckin reply you'd get.. but see.. instead of me completely sending this to you, i just put it in my journal.. instead of you who IMs me to fuckin tell me how you laugh at my pain. THANKS!
so here.. so there are no more misunderstandings.... this si what im doing on my part.
As of TODAY December 16, 2005... Im leavingit upto YOU, Brittany Marie Hilton, to at some point contact me so we coudl just talk together. Whether it's thru IM or in person or even E-mail. But Im done talking or trying with you... Yes I still care, and yes someday a friendship would be nice. But I dont feel like having this secret half effort bullshit status. I will STOP checking your profile and away message that way I can stopwriting about it so you dont ASSUME I ALWAYS assume its about me. The only assumption I've made all along is that you really dont give a fuck what happens with us or to me. thats my only assumption. So heres the bottom line.
Until you feel like discussing everything with me and clearing all this up. I dont want to speak with you. The only thing I wanna discuss with you from today on, is all the stupid misunderstandings between us. Unless you really need someone to talk to about something, if your on the verge of cutting or death. Other than that, I only want to see an IM from you or an Email if you wanna try to clear things up. AND this doesnt mean clear things up and become friends. This means clear things up. PERIOD. Then we can either just move on with life, or try at a friendship. HOPE THIS IS CLEAR ENOUGH AND NO ASSUMPTIONS need to be made.