It’s for you Blow-me-o.

Eating Out.

I want to see it. Mm, god, I wanna see it. Gwen finds out, yet again, that another boyfriend of hers is gay. Oh lawd. I’m gonna lol.

“I couldn’t be any more positive if I were gang raped in a repository bin at the needle exchange.“

“My titties didn’t occur to you? Look at them! They occur to every man I meet!“

“When he’s around, my heart beats like a trailer park husband.”
“That is so gay. And I mean all three definitions.“

“Eat it, little gay boy!“

Jamie Peterson: Fag, you’re it!
Tiffani: I turned him gay, but I can turn him back.
Jamie Peterson: No fag-backs.

Caleb: What the hell are you making?
Kyle: Sausages. Big. Fat. Sausages.

Drunken slumber; idiotic tumor.

You’re a bitch. A big fat fucking bitch. The biggest bitch in the whole wide world.

Lacey, you don’t fit your name. I do not like you. Though that’s hardly saying much, I don’t like people to begin with. But you, Facely, I really don’t like you. You bug me. You’re annoying. You’re hurtful. You’re hurtful. You’re hurtful. All you do is bitch and moan and complain. That’s all I’ve ever known you to do. The internet boys. Ohh. You have a boyfriend, toots, shut up. The internet people hurt you. Oooh. You cry over EVERYTHING ever.

I don’t like how you treat Molly. She doesn’t deserve that from you. You have some serious issues; superiority complex, self-loathing, control issues, depression, attention whoreism.

‘Well I’m so glad for you Miss phony bitch princess.’

I’ve never, ever, had a best friend say that to me. :/ I don’t know who the hell she thinks she is, but that isn’t something you say to someone you love. Bitching at you because you edited a picture better? Bitching at you who you choose to care about? Bitching to you about a boy then bitching at you for your opinion?

I know she’s been there for you. And I know you guys go through a lot of shit, and you love each other…

But she’s a fucking bitch.

Lacey you need to grow up and stop hating yourself. You need to stop hating on people, like Molly, when you’re upset. You need to take a chill pill and relax.

Misunderstandings.

When I said I wanted us to wait until we met each other, it was before him, it was because I was afraid I’d run again. I don’t handle anxiety well. And, no, I figured the wet thing out for myself, on my own, out of curiosity. I’m confused and I’m tired of feeling like a bad guy. I don’t think you’re trying to make me feel that way, but I do. Because I miss being the friend to comfort you.

Molly, don’t doubt that I don’t know what you’re going through. I understand. I spent most of my life weeping and crying and drowning in the pain you are. Knowing my mother was so close, but so far away, choosing to be so far away. I know the pain. And I’m sorry I’m causing it. Is it truly so wrong that I tried to hide it from you? To protect you from it?

And what was I suppose to say to you? ‘Oh hey, I know you’re going through a hard time right now, but, um, I like a boy and we’re going out. LOL KAY BAI’?

I have never been good enough for you. You’ve doubted my feelings. You’ve doubted my honesty. You’ve doubted my ability to love you. You’ve doubted everything. And to be honest, that’s okay, it never bothered me, and I’ve always been happy to prove myself to you again and again.

God, Molly, I wish you’d see how worth you are for everything. You listen to your friends, there’s a hell of a lot better out there then me. I just don’t understand, why can’t you see? Why trail you along when you’re over there and I’m here? I told you we had to wait, didn’t I? Not because Will was in my life, no, but because I can’t be there for you. Like you can’t for me. You need someone who isn’t running away from reality, who doesn’t jump from obsession to obsession, who may or may not lapse out of it for a few months.

I guess I can’t grasp the full understanding of reality, my argument would be invalid.

And then I’m filled with so much longing that I feel like I’m cheating emotionally. Because I want to always be that one person to make you laugh. Because I always want to be that one friend to make you feel better. Because I can never see you out of my life. Ever. You crack a grin, so I crack a grin, and we’re both laughing, and that’s how it should be. I feel torn.

Guilty guilty guilty.

Today was almost like how it always is. I don’t want you to hurt. I like your happiness. I won’t let you read.

Anger.

Yes, I’m angry. I’m angry because I shouldn’t feel guilty. No, I did nothing wrong except try and keep someone I love happy. We weren’t dating. We hadn’t been dating for a while. So I did nothing wrong.

I have been trying my fucking hardest to keep you happy.
And you tell me how you want to kill yourself all the fucking time.
You tell me how miserable you are.
How the whole fucking world is horrible.
You say you hate yourself. Molly, you can’t love me if you don’t know how to love yourself.

You’re obsessed. You don’t love me. You love the idea of me, like the way I love the idea of Hogwarts and Tom Riddle. If you loved me, I wouldn’t be your world. If you loved me, you would be able to trust me and trust what I say to you. If you loved me, you wouldn’t worry about how you looked, or anything.

Excuse me for trying to be happy while you’re miles and miles and miles away sputtering how you want to end it all. How do you think that makes me feel? Do you even care? I try to save you so much. I want everyone to be happy, especially you. But I want to be taken care of. I don’t want to be stunning or perfect or amazing. I just want to be a person.

You dumped me a while ago. You say constantly how you’re no good for me.

I want to be happy now. I want to be happy always. I can’t sit around and wallow. I can’t sit around and wait. I want to live. I told you my heart was yours, and that I’d marry you when we could actually be together. Guess I’m too tainted for you now. And its fine.

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