how i see it

ur just being a drama queen.... yes, yes i am a drama queen, im not being one, i am one. ur pissed off so u hit me just becuase ur pissed, uh.. duh! u notice people r mad that u did that they were mad? realy? do people even care? so u go and lye down and try to act all depressed to get some sympathicy... i wasent depressed, or even wanted to be depressed, i was pissed off and bored and when i come over to tell u that ur being a btich u just give me the finger... yeah and i had a good reason to, after being teased about the emily thing every danm day last year (and most of the summer) after all that, and every single person making fun of me, and none the less being wrongly considered bi, yeah its hard not to want to tell you to fuck off! ur just living to get attention its sicking... do you know a single person who dosent live for attention? oh right, you live for playing mind games with girls, right forgot, that is a sick form of attention, so i wouldnt be talking. my fucking face has a bruise on it becuase u want some sympathy... as i said before, sympathy dosent matter, i want you to see why sometimes caring about other peoples feelings and mind set matters a lot more than your danm mind games.