It’s kinda dawned on me that I haven’t been doing as good of posts as I used to, and I’m using other people as my excuse to write stuff. I’ve never used someone else as personal material to hate and trust me, I know what it’s like to be hated. Sure, I can write a million and one songs about how I got hurt, and I can burn your photo, but the point is I’ve lost faith in the things that used to be important to me. I was looking at my old blog, and I realised that I’ve gone through a lot of shit in my life, but I’m not going to let that effect what I am now.

If it wasn’t for my friends and family and the support I got, I wouldn’t be where I am today. It sounds cheesy, I know, and it’s used out of proportion to what I’m trying to say, but this is just a post saying I’m sorry. I’m sorry for if I’ve ever hurt you, intentioally or not. I have the right to be angry, but I don’t have the right to be cruel when I am angry.

Guys, I know my life isn’t hard. I couldn’t of dreamt of a better life, because I have friends and family that love me. Sure, we fight and at times I wish I could kill some of them, but I really appreciate you guys. To anyone out there who’s having a rough day, keep your head up! Happiness is around the corner.

Don’t worry guys.

I love you.

xx

You have made a huge mistake with me, we were meant to be best friends! Skinny mole rat, how old are you, four? You are immature, stupid, jealous and two-faced. I’m glad that you did this to me because honestly, I’m not the only one who knows you have a small cock! I’ve got my real friends who I can trust and I don’t need lowlifes with bad insults. I hope you have a splendid life without me, and I hope you know that  I will be telling your secrets to everyone I know. Revenge is sweeter than you ever were.

‘Cause the proof is in the Kodak,
The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner,
You were freezing, I was warmer,
And the roof is gone, when we know that,
And baby chases like she don’t know what she’s seeing,
I was steady, you were fleeting

Punk bitch,
‘Cause I’ve seen it before,
Punk bitch,
And I don’t care anymore,
Punk bitch,
And I just want you to know,
Punk bitch,
Punk bitch,
‘Cause I’ve seen it before,
Punk bitch,
And I don’t care anymore,
Punk bitch,
And I just want you to know that we datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight,
Punk bitch
Whoa whoa oh,
Punk bitch,
Whoa whoa oh,
Punk bitch,
Whoa whoa oh,
We datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight

Uh, yeah, sounds good,
Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good

When I come up in the club,
I’m actin’ mad dumb,
Ladies lookin’ at me tell ‘em, “come and get some,”
‘Cause I’m sippin’ on some Jack,
Sip, Sippin’ on some Gin,
Tip, tippin’ all these strippers like I know them as my friends

‘Cause the proof is in the Kodak,
The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner,
You were freezing, I was warmer,
And the roof is gone, we know that,
And baby chases like she don’t know what she’s seeing,
I was steady, you were fleeting

Punk bitch,
‘Cause I’ve seen it before,
Punk bitch,
And I don’t care anymore,
Punk bitch,
And I just want you to know,
Punk bitch,
Punk bitch,
‘Cause I’ve seen it before,
Punk bitch,
And I don’t care anymore,
Punk bitch,
And I just want you to know that we datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight,
Punk bitch
Whoa whoa oh,
Punk bitch,
Whoa whoa oh,
Punk bitch,
Whoa whoa oh,
We datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight

Write it down,
Scratch the nice,
‘Cause I just can’t keep coming back

Punk bitch,
Yeah,
Punk bitch,
Yeah,
Punk bitch,
Yeah,
Punk bitch,
Yeah

You put my picture in a box,
It was the one inside your locket,
What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket,
Your fingers say to come,
But your eyes say I should stop it,
If I regret all I’ve done,
I would be trapped inside that locket,
You put my picture in a box,
It was the one inside your locket,
What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket,
Your fingers say to come,
But your eyes say I should stop it,
If I regret all I’ve done,
I would be trapped inside that locket,
You put my picture in a box (’cause I’ve seen it before),
It was the one inside your locket,
What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don’t care anymore),
Your fingers say to come,
But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know),
If I regret all I’ve done,
I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight)

When I come up in the club,
I’m talking mad shit,
Come up in the club I’m ’bout to get my ass kicked,
‘Cause I’m sippin’ on some Gin,
Sip, Sippin’ on some Jack,
Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back

‘Cause the proof is in the Kodak,
The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner,
You were freezing, I was warmer,
And the roof is gone, when we know that,
And baby chases like she don’t know what she’s seeing,
I was steady, you were fleeting

Punk bitch,
‘Cause I’ve seen it before,
Punk bitch,
And I don’t care anymore,
Punk bitch,
And I just want you to know,
Punk bitch,
Punk bitch,
‘Cause I’ve seen it before,
Punk bitch,
And I don’t care anymore,
Punk bitch,
And I just want you to know that we datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight,
Punk bitch
Whoa whoa oh,
Punk bitch,
Whoa whoa oh,
Punk bitch,
Whoa whoa oh,
We datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight

Uh, yeah, sounds good,
Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good

When I come up in the club,
I’m actin’ mad dumb,
Ladies lookin’ at me tell ‘em, “come and get some,”
‘Cause I’m sippin’ on some Jack,
Sip, Sippin’ on some Gin,
Tip, tippin’ all these strippers like I know them as my friends

‘Cause the proof is in the Kodak,
The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner,
You were freezing, I was warmer,
And the roof is gone, we know that,
And baby chases like she don’t know what she’s seeing,
I was steady, you were fleeting

Punk bitch,
‘Cause I’ve seen it before,
Punk bitch,
And I don’t care anymore,
Punk bitch,
And I just want you to know,
Punk bitch,
Punk bitch,
‘Cause I’ve seen it before,
Punk bitch,
And I don’t care anymore,
Punk bitch,
And I just want you to know that we datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight,
Punk bitch
Whoa whoa oh,
Punk bitch,
Whoa whoa oh,
Punk bitch,
Whoa whoa oh,
We datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight

Write it down,
Scratch the nice,
‘Cause I just can’t keep coming back

Punk bitch,
Yeah,
Punk bitch,
Yeah,
Punk bitch,
Yeah,
Punk bitch,
Yeah

You put my picture in a box,
It was the one inside your locket,
What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket,
Your fingers say to come,
But your eyes say I should stop it,
If I regret all I’ve done,
I would be trapped inside that locket,
You put my picture in a box,
It was the one inside your locket,
What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket,
Your fingers say to come,
But your eyes say I should stop it,
If I regret all I’ve done,
I would be trapped inside that locket,
You put my picture in a box (’cause I’ve seen it before),
It was the one inside your locket,
What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don’t care anymore),
Your fingers say to come,
But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know),
If I regret all I’ve done,
I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin’ mad models and poppin’ mad bottles tonight)

2. I cleaned it because my mom told me to.

3. Yes, I have two computers, stop looking at me like I’m a rich brat.

4. The dogs aren’t allowed in the room if there’s food.

5. The dogs are allowed in the room when parents aren’t.

6. The parents aren’t allowed in the room.

7. The parents will come in the room regardless, the parents are allowed in the room.

8. Do not comment on my Elvis poster unless it is something positive, or you are not allowed in.

9. When using my computer, you either share my chair and give me more half, or get yourself another chair.

10. Do not look through my history on the internet, it’s mine.

11. Do not leave anything personal on my desk, the parents look at it regardless.

12. The parents spy on me through my door to make sure I am really doing my homework.

13. DO NOT TURN THE MUSIC OFF!

14. If my rooms messy and you happen to come, you’re cleaning it.

15. Do not open my sliding door, only windows.

16. Open sliding door.

17.  If you don’t like a messy room, don’t come in.