Bitchy Me
first of all, i’m so sorry to have heard you’ve died. okay, i’m not really sorry. in fact, i feel emancipated at having heard that you’ve left the world. however, for formality’s sake, allow my to express my condolences.
how is heaven? are the angles kind? does God look dashing? is the halo on your head warm as the morning sunshine? or am i utterly long? did you end up in hell instead? If you did, do the demons have feverish red skin, pointed chins, horns, pitchforks, and pointed tails?
too any questions for so little gray matter in between the ears, eh?
i can’t help but acknowledge the blatant fact that i am also responsible for your death. i mean, no one could have survived such blow–a blow on corazon at that. tsk…you poor, weakling…if only you had been exposed to the harshest weathers then perhaps you could have made it.
but it’s a good thing you did not. i could not have stood another hour with you lurking int he vicinity.
i’m not sorry for having ruined your life. you like that, don’t you? or perhaps all of it was simply lip service. i can’t believe you’d be so immature as to pick on my dearest and closest buddies. now, you’ve paid with your life. pathetic.
you always wanted to get your way done but not until you met someone who thought with the ‘my way or the highway’ mentality.
if my words had only been knives, you’d have long been a bleeding carcass. remember when i called you a weirdo straight to your face? in fact, you give the capital W in weird. you ought to change your name to Abner (no offence to anyone) as it is closer to the word ‘abnormal’
you’re an accident waiting to happen. your death is but a blessing to all of us and we have ourselves to thank for. i’m already giving myself a pat on the back for what i’ve done.
be good in heaven, hell, or purgatory. Remember, i hate you.
NOTE: none of the above written entry is true. this is only an exerpt of my exercise for my self-study/self-improvement program on creative writing.
September 18th, 2005 at 8:08 pm
Go Stacy! Aja! I hope I have the same guts to tell the person what you just said right in their faces. Just makes things suck, right? Anywayz, could I receive training from you to be the most assertive person for my feelings? I mean I could really use some your quotes to kick their butts… HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
October 6th, 2005 at 4:41 am
you’re so funny stace! i like this entry!