| Dear Santa, You must be suprised that I'm writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter. I asked for a bicycle, an electric train, a pair of roller blades, and a foootball uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the school. I'm not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me with my parents, my brothers, my friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on errands, and even help the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing I wouldn't do for humanity. What balls you have for leaving me a fuckin yoyo, a lame whistle, and an ugly pair of socks. What the fuck were you thinking, you fat prick, that you were taking me for some sucker the whole fuckin year to come up with some shit like this under the tree. As if you hadn’t fucked me enough, you gave that little quiff across the street so many toys that he can’t even walk into his house. Don’t let me see you trying to fit your fat ass down my chimney next year. I’ll fuck you up. I’ll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them so you’ll have to walk back to the fuckin north pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn’t get me that fuckin bike. FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you’ll find out how bad I can be, you FAT COCKSUCKER. Sincerely, Little Johnny |
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| So my Senior Picture is going to be on permanent display at Heritage Studio because they loved it yay! I pick it up tomorrow so it will be scanned and put on myspace... so you should check it out tomorrow. |
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Pretty much amazing haha i love it
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| So tomorrow is mine and Kristopher's ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!
He's so amazing |
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| Not like anyone reads this anymore.
I'm so sick of everything. I don't even know what I want to do anymore. I'm never happy anymore and it seems like no one wants me to be. My boyfriend doesn't know how to live his own life, so he thinks he needs to be like his best friend and move to Flordia. He's so confused and doesn't know what he wants, he doesn't even know if he wants to be with me. Yeah that makes me feel SO good about myself. I'm dreading school this year. I hate my graduating class. They are all a bunch of back stabbing bitches and I don't care if any of you read this right now. I think you all need to get your heads out of your asses. Yeah I know a lot of you don't like me because I was president this year, well guess what, we had a prom that probably wouldn't have happened because none of you know how to agree with another person's opinions. I try to talk to all of you and be nice because I don't see the point in bitching. But when all of you start rumors about me (like me wanting to be prom queen and bragging?) it's honestly pathetic. In a way it kinda makes me feel good about myself because I am the hot topic of your day to talk about. Honestly if you all care so much about my life, you need to get your own. |
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