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Okay, this is me bitching. This is me bitching a lot. Don’t read behind the cut if you don’t want to hear it. I dont want to hear bitching afterwards. I have had the fucking last 3 months from hell and I have finally snapped today because of someone else's carelessness and disregard for others.

So I am going to type and rant whatever the fuck I feel like. It's going to involve death of a friend, sickness, suicide, aids and other wonderful things that I have fucking put up with for a very long time and really cant take it.

Of course I could fucking filter it, but I don’t want to. I want people to have to read and fucking feel like shit because I feel like it. If you need to comment about petty teenage angst, then you can fuck off. I will fucking defriend you. I don’t care. I will lock my journal and pull and whiny drama queen moment.

There will be so many typos and things, but I don’t care. If you worry about shit like that, get a life. It's a fucking journal.

( My hell hole for the past 3+ months )