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by mariabat
( 24, Female from WV )
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rage.
01-06-12 01:05 AM
So I Googled my name like I have done a thousand times before. The only difference between those times and this time is that I did not have the privilege of viewing this gem of a journal entry written by someone who, at the time, I thought was one of my best fucking friends in the entire fucking world. I'm not going to post my full name here to spare it popping up in another search.
"brittany is a whore. i can't stand even listening to her. oh, jesus. she asked me why i hated her, and i flat out told her. she's a fat whore who is too dramatic, thinks she'll be the next Oprah, tries to be like EVERYONE else, and she tries too hard. i can't even stand THINKING about her, ew. she's so.. FAT. and DISGUSTING. i was in Vawn's hotel room, waiting for her to get out of the shower so we could leave, and brittany comes in and is like.. "Adam, do you think I should wear this shirt to the dance, or not?", at which point she proceeded to REMOVE the top shirt, and show me the alternative shirt, which she thankfully was wearing already. i was so disgusted by the pounds of massive fat pouring over her 10x too small pants, that i told her she should wear the shirt, and find ANOTHER one, just to make sure no one has to go through what i just did.
she then painted her fucking fat toenails, like anyone is going to look at those and think they're PRETTY or something. and told me how she was meeting her friend who went to Marshall (the college we were at), and how she was going to have 6 1/2 hours of sex with him tomorrow (technically today, since it's now 2:24). he was equally disgusting. maybe they can have disgusting little children. how.. disgusting."
Like what. the. fuck. FUCKING REALLY? I have never. done. anything to this guy in my entire life. And I realize that this entry took place 8 fucking years ago, but SERIOUSLY. He was like, my best friend.
I'm rethinking everything now.
"brittany is a whore. i can't stand even listening to her. oh, jesus. she asked me why i hated her, and i flat out told her. she's a fat whore who is too dramatic, thinks she'll be the next Oprah, tries to be like EVERYONE else, and she tries too hard. i can't even stand THINKING about her, ew. she's so.. FAT. and DISGUSTING. i was in Vawn's hotel room, waiting for her to get out of the shower so we could leave, and brittany comes in and is like.. "Adam, do you think I should wear this shirt to the dance, or not?", at which point she proceeded to REMOVE the top shirt, and show me the alternative shirt, which she thankfully was wearing already. i was so disgusted by the pounds of massive fat pouring over her 10x too small pants, that i told her she should wear the shirt, and find ANOTHER one, just to make sure no one has to go through what i just did.
she then painted her fucking fat toenails, like anyone is going to look at those and think they're PRETTY or something. and told me how she was meeting her friend who went to Marshall (the college we were at), and how she was going to have 6 1/2 hours of sex with him tomorrow (technically today, since it's now 2:24). he was equally disgusting. maybe they can have disgusting little children. how.. disgusting."
Like what. the. fuck. FUCKING REALLY? I have never. done. anything to this guy in my entire life. And I realize that this entry took place 8 fucking years ago, but SERIOUSLY. He was like, my best friend.
I'm rethinking everything now.
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