bitch, bitch, bitch
11:53 p.m. x 2003-12-29
I hate fake, pathetic, two-faced, worthless piece of shit liars.
I hate being sick.
I hate not having a house that doesn't clean itself.
I hate phonies. (did I spell that right? I don't mean I hate the phone.. well, wait.)
I hate talking on the phone.
I hate my tonsils.
I hate my lymph nodes.
I hate razor burn.
I hate teeth.
I hate Christmas.
I hate the disney channel.
I hate drama queens (well, most of them. Depends on the situation.)
I hate people that can't accept you if you live out of the norm.
I hate people that think it's okay to physically hurt someone they love.
I hate that my doctor is straight.
I hate vivid dreams that mean nothing, yet plague me all day.
I hate death.
I hate men.
If you're wondering if I'm talking about you, I probably hate you too.
There, I feel better already! Who says I need antibiotics? All I really need is a good bitch session that came out of nowhere.