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Monday, July 12, 2010 ‚ô•
rot and die please?

i've never met someone so childish, annoying, and has absolutely no good qualities embedded in her. She might as well die or better yet, not have been born. All day, she sits around trying to pick fights and claiming that I "threaten to kill her" (wtf?) and when she doesn't try picking fights, she's raiding the food pantry, cleaning up all the already limited amount of food we have. That leaves me...starving. And when boredom is thrown at her, she finds ways to diagnose me with diseases I've never even heard of. In her perfect little shell-like world, everyone who doesn't share the same opinions as her are considered OUT OF ORDINARY. She also claims she's going to our FAMILY doctor and having a one-on-one moment to tell her how obnoxiously abnormal she thinks MY mind is. MY MIND. Hello? Family doctors aren't exactly trained to deal with minds. Even so, there is none wrong with my mind. She's gotta go check herself out. Please don't come bother me? There ain't nothing wrong with me. Just cause I don't eat when I'm bloated doesn't mean I have an eating disorder okay please? When my tummy is still extremely air-filled from lunch and I don't feel like eating dinner, it doesn't mean I'm starving myself and that I should immediately be shipped to rehab. And when I work out, it most definitely doesn't mean I'm OBSESSIVELY WORKING OUT. It's called keeping in shape. Please, life doesn't work this way woman. Doing so is rather known as normality. Now, you may live whatever life you wanna live and please do not bother mine. K thanks.



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