shellie the betty's heaven
so here's a little piece of my heaven that i'm willing to share with you,
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[::book of the month::]
I bury my face in the pillow so I could hardly breathe and I say Fuck Tracey Fuck Tracey Fuck Tracey over and over again until they’re just nonsense words. I can feel myself almost start to cry and then I cough a little and say to myself, Fuck you. I hate it when people cry.
Fuck Tracey. Fuck Matthew. Fuck Mom. Fuck Dad. Fuck family. Fuck this house. Fuck the cool kids. Fuck rich assholes. Fuck famous people. Fuck commercials. Fuck whiners. Fuck everyone who’s in a fucking band. Fuck scenesters. Fuck druggies. Fuck pretty. Fuck top fucking 40. Fuck rolling with the fucking punches. Fuck models. Fuck idiots. Fuck school. Fuck perfume. Fuck lipstick. Fuck Pasadena. Fuck on time. Fuck hip alternative soundtracks. Fuck everyone who’s full of shit. Fuck spending hours constructively. Fuck married people and fuck in love people and fuck dating people. And fuck people who whine about no one wanting to date them. Fuck summer. Fuck heat. Fuck sweat. Fuck every fucking owner of every store who looks at kids like they’re stealing all the time. Fuck M fucking TV. Fuck easy listening. Fuck club kids and fuck ravers and skaters and hippies. Fuck all the people who just get stuff, who always have and always will. Fuck liars and fuck people who pretend they never lie. Fuck people who leave. Fuck board games. Fuck boredom. Fuck happy people. Fuck boys who shit on girls and fuck girls who love it. Fuck pussy no balls chicken shits. Fuck this fucking city and this fucking block and fuck this fucking world and fuck all its everything.
And fuck you too.
-Doreen
Brave New Girl
Louisa Luna
