Mood:
OK. Let me get one thing straight. I'm not going to do something just because everyone's telling me to. Nat, Kelly, Amie, John, Scott, Alex, Erika, Ashley, Ice, Olivia, and Holly, that means you.
I have had enough of everyone I know telling me what to think, how to act, who to talk to, when to do what, etc. I've had enough of everyone else running my freaking life.
Yes, I know that I'm in a fucked-up spot now. I'm going to fix it.
Amie and Kelly, I'm especially pissed off at you. I don't give a fucking rat's ass about the way you two figure shit like this out. Ice and Scott, it is NOT a competition, quit "keeping score". Nat, don't fucking get me started. Olivia, no, I am not going to swear off men. Get over it. Alex, give me back my CDs and maybe I'll quit hanging up on you.
Honestly, it's none of your business for half of you. More than half of you. Fuck off. I'm tired of hearing everyone's shit and then being told to do the exact same things you all did to get in your shitty situations.
No more fucking advice. Shut up, John. Shut up, Ashley. Just shut up. It only concerns three people. Those three know who they are and if you aren't one of them, then back off.