CONFESSIONS

[sophia marie harrington]

COME HERE TO VENT EVERYDAY LIFE

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[sophia marie harrington]

m y c o n f e s s i o n!

understand for a moment, that i live my own life and that you have no fucking right to control me. yes, you've known me since forever, but the way you try control me is not working. i'm not you, and i never want to fucking be you. your never around and you never will be around. you don't know what i like and what i do for fun, and that's your fucking fault. got that? not mine. so cut the shit and grow up for once. your fucking older then me, and yet you somehow make me feel guilty for growing up. i'm not you. in fact, i'm better then you and you can't tell me otherwise, now can you?

and YOU-who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do? i have never cheated anyone out of anything-ok, maybe once or twice, but i apologized-and you come in here, prancing around like you own the place. get it through your thick head that i will beat the shit out of you if you piss me off even more. you don't know me, you don't understand that i will not hurt you. i work hard for what i accomplish and i work hard for what i've become, and the fact that you think you can run all over me means that you don't respect me. well guess what bitch, i don't respect you either! never have, never will. so why don't you fuck off and leave me in peace! oh, wait, that's too hard for you, isn't it? leaving people alone?

and then you, trying to hide and pretend you haven't done anything wrong. guess fucking what, you need to shove your complaining little self so far up your ass that you can eat yourself for breakfast. yeah, i went there. who the hell cares that you can't see the 'love of your life' for five minutes? i mean, seriously, nothing is that big of a deal. he doesn't fucking love you as much as you love him. we all know this. he's just using you for what he wants-and all guys want right now is sex. yes, i said it. its not loving making-although that's what you call it-its called sex. and when he calls you up in the middle of the night, its called a booty call. and trust me, i don't need to hear about your little escapades.

so all of you need to fuck off and leave me alone. let me be my own person. i haven't hurt any of you, so why the hell must you continuously stick a knife in my back and pretend like you don't care what i'm feeling?

oh, yeah. i am not referring to anyone on this site. just making that uber clear, cause i love everyone on the site. they make me smile :]

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[james xavier rune]

i'mma be flat out when i say this; it's about my uncle. if he ever reads this, then, that would be really creepy considering he's 54 and old and pedophile-like.


first off. you moved in 2 years ago, promising you would be out within 6 months. that was okay for the first few weeks. but suddenly? our food was hardly there-- we couldn't keep soft drinks in the house for more than three days -- and we worked our ass off to get that room cleaned out for you. what do you do with it? you don't shower-- making it smell like ass and whatever other scent you carry. also, you only sleep in there. you stay in the living room and watch the tv all fucking day WITHOUT A SHIRT. SORRY DUDE, YOU'RE NO SWIM SUIT MODEL AND IT IS NOT ATTRACTIVE. more the bad sides to that? you're overweight, you have diabetes, you sit and do NOTHING with NO attempt at trying TO GET A JOB, you eat all the sweets you fucking can, you drink our fucking sodas, and you do all of this while expecting we give you sympathy! you also expect respect! well guess what fucking mother fucker? you're not going to get any. get off your ass, look for a job, and get out of our damned house.
visit later.

other things you do. you swear in front of my ten year old sister who is autistic and pretty much repeats a lot of things she sees and hears. you yell at her. you expect her to be able to understand things. she is ten years old, socially five years old. give her a fucking break.

my older sister and i are pretty much in the same position. sure, it's too late for us to clean the mouths, but it doesnt mean we enjoy hearing you scream 'awwww shhiittttt. fuucck. assswipe!' everytime football comes on.

other things. you don't respect what my mom thinks. shes the only reason you have a roof over your head. if it were up to me, my sister and my dad you would have been out the moment we noticed you not making efforts. but my mom, she's your sister, your baby sister, looking after you. what do you see wrong with that?


the only good thing about you is that you brought my sister and i closer in the strangest fuckin' way. we plot against you. we have an alliance, and with this alliance we had to talk to each other more. therefore i started seeing sides of her i never really imagined she could have.


rant over.
i try to be nice to him.
i really do.
but i cant.
five minutes ago:
"-insert question i forgot-" "noshit." "excuse me?""no . shit."

[annabel clarisse murphy]

Yeah, I get it. You're perfect. No need to rub it in my face, thanks. You're a genius - literally. You've always had the beauty, the outgoing personality that people love. You're a complete bitch half the time, but that works in popularity, doesn't it? Well, I would never know. Sorry.

Sometimes, you act like I DO know what its like, being popular. But i don't have enough balls to come out and say, hey, yeah, I'VE GOT NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? I'M NOT POPULAR! Thanks for giving me the memo every single time i talk to you.

You're the only person that I've ever looked up to, and you always seem to be the one who doesn't give a fuck. You were always HORRIBLE to me, just until last year, when I guess I got 'Mature' enough for you to hang out around. Maybe I grew into my looks, so you deemed me as someone you could go out and about with? Maybe I got a confidence booster? I don't know what so suddenly changed, but me being me, I forgave you in an instant. I kind of regret that, but at the same time, I don't.

All of that shit you went through last year, with your back and the mom freaking out and you crying and being away for 20 days, and all the rest you were either loopy on medical drugs or practically paralyzed. I acted like I didn't give a shit, that it wasn't affecting me. I threw myself away from you, and mom and dad, and everyone else. I pushed away, and none of you noticed until recently how much I've changed, and how much I don't talk to mom and dad. They didn't give a rats ass about me when you were going through all the shit that you were, and you act like you were the ONLY one affected. Yeah, no. All of those hundreds of thousands of dollars in medical bills came out of MY college fund, because you know, you're the prodigy and everything. So, at this moment, I don't know if I can get a car. I don't know if mom and dad can send me away to college. They tell me they can - but I doubt it sometimes.

And NOW, my friends and my friends parents ALL ask me how you're doing. All the fucking time. Well, remember? You're the sister who's destined to be something. The future doctor who models on the side. The sorority sister. The one who will marry a famous hockey player or something of the like. The perfect one. Well, I see you as anything BUT perfect now. I've seen you get piss ass drunk, hook up with random guys, and do that EVERY SINGLE FUCKING NIGHT OF THE SUMMER. Then, when you come home over new years, you invite FIFTY people over and get piss ass drunk again, and leave the mess for me to clean up the next day. When mom and dad got home and noticed that stain, thanks for taking the blame. Really. I don't want to deal with all the shit that you make me, and I refuse to play up to your charades and expectations.

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