"And i'm caught in between."
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Mood: Very much pissed off 
Music: Whatcha Say - Jason Derulo
Book: Textbooks
You know what?
I've had had enough.
For some of you,
your O levels are over.
For some of you,
your O levels are still a long way ahead.
For some of you,
your O levels are round the corner,
but you don't care.
For me,
my O levels are round the corner,
and I certainly think of it as a pretty big f.
I don't care, if you screw your future up,
but I certainly want mine bright and promising.
And if people are gonna come to me all day and night,
telling me things like 'she said this' and 'she said that',
my future is certainly gonna be ANYTHING but bright and promising.
You, are messing with my life.
And that isn't very wise.
If my life, has to be screwed up,
I'd rather it be screwed by someone of significance.
At least to me.
You are INSIGNIFICANT. To me.
So why do I have to deal with all these shit? From you?
You know, it was supposed to end there and then.
But whatever the rational was, The End wasn't allowed to happen.
What the heck were you thinking? Seriously?
Wait, did you even THINK before you speak?
Thanks a lot, peeps, thanks a hell lot.
Seriously, it's time. To stop.
And it's certainly time, to sit down, and f-ing TALK.
It's bad enough hating someone,
it's bad AND idiotic not knowing why you're hating.
If you don't mind being the center of attraction (for all the wrong reasons),
and if you don't love yourself,
whatever.
I do.
If there's bitch-slapping to be done,
then so be it.
At least it gets us closer to knowing what the f is really going on.
And also, we can get on with our lives.
With much love or hate.
So maybe you don't even have a life to begin with,
but I certainly do,
and much of it has already been crushed to death under the weight of school books.
I don't need humans.
This is restraining,
and I don't care if offense is taken.
You can cry and whine and pout all you want,
and maybe even spread a gazillion nasty rumors that ain't even true to begin with (not like you haven't done it already).
I can't screw up your nervous system and stop all that shit from happening,
but you know it yourself what you're up to.
All I can say is,
you'd better have a good explanation for this huge mess we're all in.
So maybe you didn't start it.
But you didn't end it either.
And that's an equally atrocious behavior.
Go ahead,
go and complain,
spread my link and show the world that "veron maybelle alexis threatened me",
go up on stage and give a talk on cyber-bullying,
complain that i'm defiant, vulgar, and rude,
tell the world I'm a bitch,
In 9 more f-ing months,
I won't have to see your face, and with any luck, ever again;
I'll have a brand new life and start afresh,
meeting nice people and making new buddies,
but you,
you will be stuck with the ghost of your past,
and,
you, will never stop being childish.
So maybe you're younger than me.
Big deal.
I don't remember doing the stuff you did when I was your age.
Which isn't very long ago.
Grow up.
Act like your age.
I didn't want trouble,
so I ignored.
And I think I've done a pretty good job,
so far.
Since I ain't like any of those typical girls out there, stupid enough to believe that alcohol is the key,
I turned to dancing.
I danced and danced and danced and danced, till my whole body ached,
to rid my mind of all the things that aren't right in my life.
But apparently,
noooooo,
it isn't as simple as that.
Oh well.
So yeah, maybe you were upset.
So maybe your life got screwed up big time.
So maybe you were soooo deeply affected.
But that doesn't give you the license to get everyone into the same state as you.
And in any case, you've failed miserably.
We're all laughing away at your childish behavior, the joke of the century.
Spell me p-a-t-h-e-t-i-c.
So maybe you hold a prestigious (" ") position.
But if this is the way you're gonna climb up,
the way you're gonna gain popularity and respect,
you've never been so wrong in your life.
I'm appalled.
I don't know your rational,
I don't know what is it that you want,
I certainly wanna know,
and to the latter,
you certainly won't get.
What you did, is low-class,
and I refuse to stoop to your level and play it dirty.
Though I'm keeping you nameless,
at least I dare admit I don't fancy you.
And I dare say it in your face, if the need arises.
You don't even know what you're doing,
you don't even know how you feel.
All you do is blabber,
and those blabbers aren't what I would call sweet.
And the best part is,
you can live your life like nothing happened.
Hee-hee-hee-ing and haw-haw-haw-ing away,
as if no one would ever come to know of the things you said.
Cut it out man, cut it out.
I'm barfing my ass out already. -rolls eyes-
Between now and then,
until I see you again,
I wish you may be happy.
Because I certainly think you need that, even by a tad bit.
I'm certainly thankful my life isn't yours,
especially right now,
because your life, is nothing but sad.
All the best.
And you can start thinking of that convincing story of yours.
You're speaking to a future law student here,
so it'd better be flawless.
Oh, and for your information,
I'm very much chilled now.
This is definitely not a dance girl thing,
this is a Veron Maybelle Alexis thing.
And no honey, I do not have PMS.
I'm just really disgusted by you. That's all.
So now you know:
just when you think the whole world loves you,
check up the Internet,
cus that's where all the bitchings really are.
Alright, I'm looking forward to settling this once and for all.
It's 7,
I've got homework.
Good day.
Said night-night world @ 5:36 PM