march 3rd

I am ridiculously angry. You know what? I HATE BITCHES. Stupid bitches who think they rule the world. A and D can go be freaks together, I've had enoug of them and their better than SHIT.Seriously, all they do is contribute to the stress and drama, and then when we get tired of their clique-y bitching and turn on them they get butthurt and bitch at the weaker people who will take it. Fuck them, seriously. They sit there on their high horses and tell us to stop being so high school? WE'RE WRITING A BOOK, GET THE FUCK OVER IT. It's not personal, it's not about you, we just don't like where you're going with shit. So stop harassing your friends, being two-faced bitches and GROW THE FUCK UP. Oh, and if you don't? I'll fucking kick you off the author list, take out your input and your words. You have no control, nor will you ever. I am in charge, and this is my story. So frankly, STFU or GTFO.

I feel a bit better now. I am sleepy though. I want some food and cake. Will this end? Where are the chocolate strawberries? I am afraid about tomorrow.