Sigh… .
Soooooooo…went to the Dean’s office today. All because of the bitch. She can’t stand the fact that everyone in the entire school knows that she’s horny/slutty enough to come to school at like 6:30 to sit in the band parking lot and have sex with her boyfriend. So yeah. Not only does she barge into my GPS, she tries to get me a detention. WTF. Maybe if you taught your boyfriend not to tell EVERYONE that he gets some every morning, we would have this problem. So there. Blame your precious ________, not me. He’s technically the one that spread the “rumor.”
As for you, my “best friend” who has been ditching me for sex recently, I can’t even believe what you say anymore. First, you tell me that it was Mitch’s roommate spreading the rumors about he and I, then you change the fucking story when I tell you that he DIDN’T do it. AND you told me that Bitch admitted to fucking all the time, just to change it this morning. WHAT THE FUCK! Seriously??? Don’t ever wonder again why I don’t tell you stuff. It should make sense when you figure out that I can’t believe a word you say or trust your mentality.
