Wednesday, 2 November 2011


Some PERSON finally got the fuck out of my life! I don't give a damn whether he's reading this or not, I've left my rant there for a while and he hasn't commented! I'm fucking happy. I'm fucking happy that that fucking person got the fuck out of here. He was really starting to get fucking annoying, you know?

What? Oh, who? Naw, I'm feeling merciful today, so I'll be nice and not reveal his name.

Oh, what's that now? Why am I so happy that he's gone? Oh, you see, he was really starting to get very annoying with his fucking philosophical talk and all that fucking shit. I'm not an innocent little girl in a pink dress with two cute little pigtails. I'm a girl in blood-stained shirt and jeans, holding a knife in my hand, blood everywhere, grey matter splattered across my face and a dead body at my feet. I'm not what you think I am, so stop treating me that way.

I lost my innocence a long time ago. Really long ago. It's absolutely nothing to me now.

I got classes to go to, so I guess I'll disappear.

BB, Killjoy, Battery City, Zone 6, out.

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry. I'll make this brief. I'm sorry that my idea of being a friend did not work out. I tried and I'm sorry it failed miserably. It's been a good 5 months knowing you. Pop the champagne, toss the confetti. This is the last time G. Angel will ever appear on your blog.