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geeze. i really think you need some serious counseling 
I could care less what you think, this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread and... I hate your guts, too... LOL Now just go away Just a question. If you dont care what people think, why did you even bother to post this piece of bitter rhetoric? You put it up there, you invited her comment and she's entitled to give it without you being a rude human to her. If you dont want comments, dont bother wasting space with this type of sad sack pitiful verbage. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out does it? And since you seem to be attracted to commenting on sick stuff like this,,, and this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread... I hate your guts, too...  I was waiting for you to respond to that. Good for you
If you don't stop being so dang cheery, I won't be able to keep hating your guts anymore... LOL |
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I just found out my ex lover didn't give his phone back to his uncle, he still has it, but he lied to me, and had some chick named jenifer say she didn't know who I was and to quit calling her. And when I went to his house to confront him about the phone call and text, he said he gave the phone away, but get this, when i went to my cousins house, who still keeps in some contact with him, I knew she had his number, and so I made her call him, but not for ther reason you think, but because he gave me HPV! so I had to let him know. And than the other day I texted her and ask her if she had his new number and if she could give it to me, and she said she wasn't aloud to give it out. And I was like, ok, cool, now I can let it all go. See I broke up with him first, but he got a guilt trip and tried to get me back, and then when he did, it just got worse, and than he puts the ploy up, but I knew what was going on. My cousin only confirmed it, when she thought she was being slick about telling me it would hurt me but she hated to see me this way, so she told me he still had his phone and he never got rid of it. And I kindly responded to the text, "I KNOW" LOL So much for being the redneck man huh, mr. tuff and stuff, LOL what-ever! I have more balls than he does, atleast I went to his house and confronted him, he just couldn't tell the truth. LOL oh well, LOL  
EXACTLY... and the "I Hate Your Guts" poem is going to go down in history as being one of the most truthful, honest examples of love gone wrong, ever.... 
Well it definatly sticks with yu, maybe I should post one about my ex fiance, oh, no, I did that allready, hmmm, oh well, LOL besides we are getting along for now. hmmm, anyways. I hate men too, I hate rude crude dudes who can't get to the point and instead string you along cause they feel sorry for you or maybe they just string you along for the sex and than won't get to the damn point, I mean dam, if your not feelin the love, get th fook gone man, get real, you can save alot of time on a worse broken heart if you do. As far as the fact of making a decision, think about the other person, not urself, especially if you have someone else in mind allready. Grrrrr, that makes me so mad, fakes, and players, yes I hate players, and yes I hate the game too, so prrrrrttb!!! go to heck users and abusers! don't want you, don't need you!!!   
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geeze. i really think you need some serious counseling
I could care less what you think, this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread and... I hate your guts, too... LOL Now just go away Just a question. If you dont care what people think, why did you even bother to post this piece of bitter rhetoric? You put it up there, you invited her comment and she's entitled to give it without you being a rude human to her. If you dont want comments, dont bother wasting space with this type of sad sack pitiful verbage. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out does it? And since you seem to be attracted to commenting on sick stuff like this,,, and this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread... I hate your guts, too... I was waiting for you to respond to that. Good for you
If you don't stop being so dang cheery, I won't be able to keep hating your guts anymore... LOL  
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Edited by
TelephoneMan
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I just found out my ex lover didn't give his phone back to his uncle, he still has it, but he lied to me, and had some chick named jenifer say she didn't know who I was and to quit calling her. And when I went to his house to confront him about the phone call and text, he said he gave the phone away, but get this, when i went to my cousins house, who still keeps in some contact with him, I knew she had his number, and so I made her call him, but not for ther reason you think, but because he gave me HPV! so I had to let him know. And than the other day I texted her and ask her if she had his new number and if she could give it to me, and she said she wasn't aloud to give it out. And I was like, ok, cool, now I can let it all go. See I broke up with him first, but he got a guilt trip and tried to get me back, and then when he did, it just got worse, and than he puts the ploy up, but I knew what was going on. My cousin only confirmed it, when she thought she was being slick about telling me it would hurt me but she hated to see me this way, so she told me he still had his phone and he never got rid of it. And I kindly responded to the text, "I KNOW" LOL So much for being the redneck man huh, mr. tuff and stuff, LOL what-ever! I have more balls than he does, atleast I went to his house and confronted him, he just couldn't tell the truth. LOL oh well, LOL
EXACTLY... and the "I Hate Your Guts" poem is going to go down in history as being one of the most truthful, honest examples of love gone wrong, ever....
Well it definatly sticks with yu, maybe I should post one about my ex fiance, oh, no, I did that allready, hmmm, oh well, LOL besides we are getting along for now. hmmm, anyways. I hate men too, I hate rude crude dudes who can't get to the point and instead string you along cause they feel sorry for you or maybe they just string you along for the sex and than won't get to the damn point, I mean dam, if your not feelin the love, get th fook gone man, get real, you can save alot of time on a worse broken heart if you do. As far as the fact of making a decision, think about the other person, not urself, especially if you have someone else in mind allready. Grrrrr, that makes me so mad, fakes, and players, yes I hate players, and yes I hate the game too, so prrrrrttb!!! go to heck users and abusers! don't want you, don't need you!!!
Suddenly I am very glad I wrote this poem. We have a lot of glitzy, blechy, honey-drippin'-out-of-their-mouths poems out there (and I have wrote a few of those...)... but a bare-bones, all the guts you can spil... "I hate your ever loving stincking damned guts" poem... Hell yeah... write the second verse here if you like... maybe it will help the world to let out a little HATE every now and again... since we are continually fenced in and forced to love... hate is just as strong an emotion... Hate away... hate their damn insignificant, putrid, pethetic guts.... some people deserve no less |
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I just found out my ex lover didn't give his phone back to his uncle, he still has it, but he lied to me, and had some chick named jenifer say she didn't know who I was and to quit calling her. And when I went to his house to confront him about the phone call and text, he said he gave the phone away, but get this, when i went to my cousins house, who still keeps in some contact with him, I knew she had his number, and so I made her call him, but not for ther reason you think, but because he gave me HPV! so I had to let him know. And than the other day I texted her and ask her if she had his new number and if she could give it to me, and she said she wasn't aloud to give it out. And I was like, ok, cool, now I can let it all go. See I broke up with him first, but he got a guilt trip and tried to get me back, and then when he did, it just got worse, and than he puts the ploy up, but I knew what was going on. My cousin only confirmed it, when she thought she was being slick about telling me it would hurt me but she hated to see me this way, so she told me he still had his phone and he never got rid of it. And I kindly responded to the text, "I KNOW" LOL So much for being the redneck man huh, mr. tuff and stuff, LOL what-ever! I have more balls than he does, atleast I went to his house and confronted him, he just couldn't tell the truth. LOL oh well, LOL
EXACTLY... and the "I Hate Your Guts" poem is going to go down in history as being one of the most truthful, honest examples of love gone wrong, ever....
Well it definatly sticks with yu, maybe I should post one about my ex fiance, oh, no, I did that allready, hmmm, oh well, LOL besides we are getting along for now. hmmm, anyways. I hate men too, I hate rude crude dudes who can't get to the point and instead string you along cause they feel sorry for you or maybe they just string you along for the sex and than won't get to the damn point, I mean dam, if your not feelin the love, get th fook gone man, get real, you can save alot of time on a worse broken heart if you do. As far as the fact of making a decision, think about the other person, not urself, especially if you have someone else in mind allready. Grrrrr, that makes me so mad, fakes, and players, yes I hate players, and yes I hate the game too, so prrrrrttb!!! go to heck users and abusers! don't want you, don't need you!!!
Suddenly I am very glad I wrote this poem. We have a lot of glitzy, blechy, honey-drippin'-out-of-their-mouths poems out there (and I have wrote a few of those...)... but a bare-bones, all the guts you can spil... "I hate your ever loving stincking damned guts" poem... Hell yeah... write the second verse here if you like... maybe it will help the world to let out a little HATE every now and again... since we are continually fenced in and forced to love... hate is just as strong an emotion... Hate away... hate their damn insignificant, putrid, pethetic guts.... some people deserve no less I couldn't do that sweety, I know I am a little bit mad, but for me to unleash a world of hate for as long as I have held on to real hate all my life, would bring down too much of hold hell on me and others I definatly will not mention. Lets just say, I am aware of how much I am really hated on a daily basis. But I do my damdest to ignore it and go on like I don't see it cause in reality, I don't like haten on people, nor do I like being hated on. I hate hate. Hate can break your soul apart and destroy anything good you still hold onto in time if you hate too much. Let's just say I hate people who can't face me and tell me the truth but instead have to go behind my back. I have more guts than they do because I'm not trying to hide myself away. I hate because i am tired of being the one people get to make fun of behind my back. but to be real, I could give a fook less about their dum azzes, who gives a sh!t anyways, grow up! know what I mean. whatever.     
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Hell likes to live in dark places...
...places where you hide hell away and never talk about it.... ...I have a huge sword ready to beat the living ever loving smithereens out of hell and Satan himself... ...part of healing is coming out, confessing, and blowing chunks of garbage out of your inner-most person so that God can fill it with His light... or whatever religion or non-religion you or anybody else seems to want to place in the same place as "God" here... ... blow it out, leave nothing to chance and hold nothing back tell the world to go to ever lovin' god damned hell, and spit it out with every bit of venom that poisons your soul.... let the hate out.... pop the cork and let her fly... and watch out world, you gonna have to deal with reality now... because some people have been fukked over real good for decades... and the world deserves to hear just how REAL that crap is..... |
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geeze. i really think you need some serious counseling
I could care less what you think, this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread and... I hate your guts, too... LOL Now just go away Just a question. If you dont care what people think, why did you even bother to post this piece of bitter rhetoric? You put it up there, you invited her comment and she's entitled to give it without you being a rude human to her. If you dont want comments, dont bother wasting space with this type of sad sack pitiful verbage. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out does it? And since you seem to be attracted to commenting on sick stuff like this,,, and this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread... I hate your guts, too... now just go away.... and feel the hate,,,, I'll go away. Not because I feel "hate". But because I feel absolutely indifferent to you. Actually, I find you rather dull and boring which is a shame because I previously read one or two things by you that bordered on intelligence. Well, that's ok. I've been wrong before. Apparently I was wrong in regard to you as well. Que sera sera. May you and that incredibily intelligent cough cough "redgirl" revel in your dislike of those who just done you wrong. I can't ImAGINE why any woman would dump your ass. Really. blink blink blink << walking away and shaking her head while silently laughing. |
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whew...
and I hate your guts.... |
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geeze. i really think you need some serious counseling
I could care less what you think, this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread and... I hate your guts, too... LOL Now just go away Just a question. If you dont care what people think, why did you even bother to post this piece of bitter rhetoric? You put it up there, you invited her comment and she's entitled to give it without you being a rude human to her. If you dont want comments, dont bother wasting space with this type of sad sack pitiful verbage. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out does it? And since you seem to be attracted to commenting on sick stuff like this,,, and this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread... I hate your guts, too... I was waiting for you to respond to that. Good for you
Oh, my a woman who agrees with a pitiful, self indulgent yet single member of a pity party. Let me just get out my fabreeze so I can rid the air of your desperation. <<----tossing the can of fabreeze behind her as she laughingly walks away. |
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Edited by
TelephoneMan
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geeze. i really think you need some serious counseling
I could care less what you think, this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread and... I hate your guts, too... LOL Now just go away Just a question. If you dont care what people think, why did you even bother to post this piece of bitter rhetoric? You put it up there, you invited her comment and she's entitled to give it without you being a rude human to her. If you dont want comments, dont bother wasting space with this type of sad sack pitiful verbage. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out does it? And since you seem to be attracted to commenting on sick stuff like this,,, and this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread... I hate your guts, too... I was waiting for you to respond to that. Good for you
Oh, my a woman who agrees with a pitiful, self indulgent yet single member of a pity party. Let me just get out my fabreeze so I can rid the air of your desperation. <<----tossing the can of fabreeze behind her as she laughingly walks away. Thank you for sharing your pathetic prejudiced hate... I am so proud of you for letting this garbage out... I hope you feel better now by coming in here and trashing innocent people... Yes, hate to the best of your worthless, stinking, human abilities... thats right... let it out... puke that hate right out of the bottom of your girl belly..... Throws the half-full can of Fabreeze and clops the wench in the back of the head... take that you hateful wench.... I hope it leaves a big welt on your hateful, worthless noggin' I hate your guts, why don't you just go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under and let us hate... Now I know why YOU came in here... because really you have this HUGE glob of putrid hate form all of humankind festewred up in your bowels.... thank you for letting me see the real you... it is maybe even more hateful than me, but I doubt it, I am the Minister of Hate... nobody can hate stronger than me.... |
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Do you hate Dr. Pepper now too?
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Hell likes to live in dark places... ...places where you hide hell away and never talk about it.... ...I have a huge sword ready to beat the living ever loving smithereens out of hell and Satan himself... ...part of healing is coming out, confessing, and blowing chunks of garbage out of your inner-most person so that God can fill it with His light... or whatever religion or non-religion you or anybody else seems to want to place in the same place as "God" here... ... blow it out, leave nothing to chance and hold nothing back tell the world to go to ever lovin' god damned hell, and spit it out with every bit of venom that poisons your soul.... let the hate out.... pop the cork and let her fly... and watch out world, you gonna have to deal with reality now... because some people have been fukked over real good for decades... and the world deserves to hear just how REAL that crap is..... sweetheart, to be frank, you can't handle the truth. and it would take an entire book to fill this space with it all. No joke either. People always talk **** about me, they post blogs and **** making fun of me, calling me a compulsive gambler and making fun of my site names also they talk **** about my best friend who is wiccan and has his own beliefs. But they don't know him like I do, which is why we are best friends, they never took the time to really listen to him and give a sh!t. People say I got it good, talking **** like I am rich or something, but they don't remember when I was a little kid covered in dirt playing with dirt with no one to watch after me. Most people don't acknowledge we only made a half azz christmas because of wellfare. People always talked **** as if they knew what was going threw my head when I got labeled a slut by my than guy I was dating and his best friend. And the fun part is, I can't even remember what happened that night. No matter how hard I have tried, its like my memory was wiped. Like God took it from me to spare me the pain. But get this, when I asked someone to find out what happened that night, they never even faced me after that, I had to hunt them down and then they said they couldn't tell me! WTF!!! I got people spitting me in highschool, tripping me in the halls, making all kinds of rude comments about me. People talked alot of ****, about me, but here is the thing, why talk ****, get to the point. Quit frontin like your better than me, even if you are, quit frontin. Know what I mean. People always talk **** about me, thinkin I'm gonna break down all of a sudden and cry like some dam baby, truth is, I would rather tell them what I really think to their face. See truth is, I'm not afriad of the world anymore, I'm not hiding my face anymore, what for, they have already made up their minds. No matter how much good I could do, from volunteering, to taking care of my mom and other sick people, and taking care of my mom til the day she died with everyone thinking I was gonna go crazy because it and than I proved them wrong because I had already said my goodbyes to giving everything I had in me, to see that my family could get through most of life. I don't have anything to lose right now, for real though, I may have cancer, I'm gonna find out on tuesday. I found out, I have a mental illness that I didn't know I had since I was a small child, and what's even better is, its even more abnormal than a normal bipolar disorder. But here is the fun part, most of the pain I am feeling is very real. All this time, I had trying to prove to my town and the world, that I was a normal person who deserved some respect, and some understanding, but what for, I love who I am. I may never get well from this illness, but I know, I still Love God, and yes, I pray for my enemies and those I have wronged, been praying for them since I was a kid. I know I have a mental illness, but let me tell you something ok, you have no idea how bad it hurts, to see fear in someone who is suppose to love you's eyes when you try to explain to them that you have an illness. It is the worst feeling in the world. Its even scarier seeing the x-ray of your dam brain, and see holes in it! Fooking holes man!!! And than you wonder, what now, what do I do now. I better stop there. you don't need to hear this, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. |
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Do you hate Dr. Pepper now too? No, I prefer diet Dr. Pepper Berries and Cream.... ... I HATE Mountain Dew.... |
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geeze. i really think you need some serious counseling
I could care less what you think, this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread and... I hate your guts, too... LOL Now just go away Just a question. If you dont care what people think, why did you even bother to post this piece of bitter rhetoric? You put it up there, you invited her comment and she's entitled to give it without you being a rude human to her. If you dont want comments, dont bother wasting space with this type of sad sack pitiful verbage. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out does it? And since you seem to be attracted to commenting on sick stuff like this,,, and this is my "I Hate Your Guts" thread... I hate your guts, too... I was waiting for you to respond to that. Good for you
Oh, my a woman who agrees with a pitiful, self indulgent yet single member of a pity party. Let me just get out my fabreeze so I can rid the air of your desperation. <<----tossing the can of fabreeze behind her as she laughingly walks away. I understand his anger towards women. Honestly, I don't like women myself that much because when the right moment arises a lot of women are back stabbing witches - I know I am, only difference between me and other women is - I have the ba**s to tell a man right up front if you **rew with me, i'll make your life a living he** |
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Thomas27
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I love all of you! Tonight, I shall pray for your Happiness!
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Hell likes to live in dark places... ...places where you hide hell away and never talk about it.... ...I have a huge sword ready to beat the living ever loving smithereens out of hell and Satan himself... ...part of healing is coming out, confessing, and blowing chunks of garbage out of your inner-most person so that God can fill it with His light... or whatever religion or non-religion you or anybody else seems to want to place in the same place as "God" here... ... blow it out, leave nothing to chance and hold nothing back tell the world to go to ever lovin' god damned hell, and spit it out with every bit of venom that poisons your soul.... let the hate out.... pop the cork and let her fly... and watch out world, you gonna have to deal with reality now... because some people have been fukked over real good for decades... and the world deserves to hear just how REAL that crap is..... sweetheart, to be frank, you can't handle the truth. and it would take an entire book to fill this space with it all. No joke either. People always talk **** about me, they post blogs and **** making fun of me, calling me a compulsive gambler and making fun of my site names also they talk **** about my best friend who is wiccan and has his own beliefs. But they don't know him like I do, which is why we are best friends, they never took the time to really listen to him and give a sh!t. People say I got it good, talking **** like I am rich or something, but they don't remember when I was a little kid covered in dirt playing with dirt with no one to watch after me. Most people don't acknowledge we only made a half azz christmas because of wellfare. People always talked **** as if they knew what was going threw my head when I got labeled a slut by my than guy I was dating and his best friend. And the fun part is, I can't even remember what happened that night. No matter how hard I have tried, its like my memory was wiped. Like God took it from me to spare me the pain. But get this, when I asked someone to find out what happened that night, they never even faced me after that, I had to hunt them down and then they said they couldn't tell me! WTF!!! I got people spitting me in highschool, tripping me in the halls, making all kinds of rude comments about me. People talked alot of ****, about me, but here is the thing, why talk ****, get to the point. Quit frontin like your better than me, even if you are, quit frontin. Know what I mean. People always talk **** about me, thinkin I'm gonna break down all of a sudden and cry like some dam baby, truth is, I would rather tell them what I really think to their face. See truth is, I'm not afriad of the world anymore, I'm not hiding my face anymore, what for, they have already made up their minds. No matter how much good I could do, from volunteering, to taking care of my mom and other sick people, and taking care of my mom til the day she died with everyone thinking I was gonna go crazy because it and than I proved them wrong because I had already said my goodbyes to giving everything I had in me, to see that my family could get through most of life. I don't have anything to lose right now, for real though, I may have cancer, I'm gonna find out on tuesday. I found out, I have a mental illness that I didn't know I had since I was a small child, and what's even better is, its even more abnormal than a normal bipolar disorder. But here is the fun part, most of the pain I am feeling is very real. All this time, I had trying to prove to my town and the world, that I was a normal person who deserved some respect, and some understanding, but what for, I love who I am. I may never get well from this illness, but I know, I still Love God, and yes, I pray for my enemies and those I have wronged, been praying for them since I was a kid. I know I have a mental illness, but let me tell you something ok, you have no idea how bad it hurts, to see fear in someone who is suppose to love you's eyes when you try to explain to them that you have an illness. It is the worst feeling in the world. Its even scarier seeing the x-ray of your dam brain, and see holes in it! Fooking holes man!!! And than you wonder, what now, what do I do now. I better stop there. you don't need to hear this, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. John wrote this into Revelations just for me and you... and people who have been screwed over in this life.... ***************************** Revelation 21 1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. 2 And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. 4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. 5 And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. 6 And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. 7 He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son. 8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death. ***************************** I can imagine the pain, sister... not exactly the same, but I hurt daily.... Diabetes is its name, and it will one day kill me. But one day... verse 4 above: *********************************** "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away" *********************************** It is my only hope..... |
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I love all of you! Tonight, I shall pray for your Happiness!
Thanks Thomas... I will hate you later.... |
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Hell likes to live in dark places... ...places where you hide hell away and never talk about it.... ...I have a huge sword ready to beat the living ever loving smithereens out of hell and Satan himself... ...part of healing is coming out, confessing, and blowing chunks of garbage out of your inner-most person so that God can fill it with His light... or whatever religion or non-religion you or anybody else seems to want to place in the same place as "God" here... ... blow it out, leave nothing to chance and hold nothing back tell the world to go to ever lovin' god damned hell, and spit it out with every bit of venom that poisons your soul.... let the hate out.... pop the cork and let her fly... and watch out world, you gonna have to deal with reality now... because some people have been fukked over real good for decades... and the world deserves to hear just how REAL that crap is..... sweetheart, to be frank, you can't handle the truth. and it would take an entire book to fill this space with it all. No joke either. People always talk **** about me, they post blogs and **** making fun of me, calling me a compulsive gambler and making fun of my site names also they talk **** about my best friend who is wiccan and has his own beliefs. But they don't know him like I do, which is why we are best friends, they never took the time to really listen to him and give a sh!t. People say I got it good, talking **** like I am rich or something, but they don't remember when I was a little kid covered in dirt playing with dirt with no one to watch after me. Most people don't acknowledge we only made a half azz christmas because of wellfare. People always talked **** as if they knew what was going threw my head when I got labeled a slut by my than guy I was dating and his best friend. And the fun part is, I can't even remember what happened that night. No matter how hard I have tried, its like my memory was wiped. Like God took it from me to spare me the pain. But get this, when I asked someone to find out what happened that night, they never even faced me after that, I had to hunt them down and then they said they couldn't tell me! WTF!!! I got people spitting me in highschool, tripping me in the halls, making all kinds of rude comments about me. People talked alot of ****, about me, but here is the thing, why talk ****, get to the point. Quit frontin like your better than me, even if you are, quit frontin. Know what I mean. People always talk **** about me, thinkin I'm gonna break down all of a sudden and cry like some dam baby, truth is, I would rather tell them what I really think to their face. See truth is, I'm not afriad of the world anymore, I'm not hiding my face anymore, what for, they have already made up their minds. No matter how much good I could do, from volunteering, to taking care of my mom and other sick people, and taking care of my mom til the day she died with everyone thinking I was gonna go crazy because it and than I proved them wrong because I had already said my goodbyes to giving everything I had in me, to see that my family could get through most of life. I don't have anything to lose right now, for real though, I may have cancer, I'm gonna find out on tuesday. I found out, I have a mental illness that I didn't know I had since I was a small child, and what's even better is, its even more abnormal than a normal bipolar disorder. But here is the fun part, most of the pain I am feeling is very real. All this time, I had trying to prove to my town and the world, that I was a normal person who deserved some respect, and some understanding, but what for, I love who I am. I may never get well from this illness, but I know, I still Love God, and yes, I pray for my enemies and those I have wronged, been praying for them since I was a kid. I know I have a mental illness, but let me tell you something ok, you have no idea how bad it hurts, to see fear in someone who is suppose to love you's eyes when you try to explain to them that you have an illness. It is the worst feeling in the world. Its even scarier seeing the x-ray of your dam brain, and see holes in it! Fooking holes man!!! And than you wonder, what now, what do I do now. I better stop there. you don't need to hear this, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. John wrote this into Revelations just for me and you... and people who have been screwed over in this life.... ***************************** Revelation 21 1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. 2 And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. 4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. 5 And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. 6 And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely. 7 He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son. 8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death. ***************************** I can imagine the pain, sister... not exactly the same, but I hurt daily.... Diabetes is its name, and it will one day kill me. But one day... verse 4 above: *********************************** "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away" *********************************** It is my only hope..... I have diabetes too. and a few other things. |
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...oh yeah.... I hate your guts I hate your ever living miserable guts Ever gut you have I hate |
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