#11

Some people should be strangled. Really know..

I sumpah dont undestand why SOME people (ahem) must post up pictures which arent even of themselves, and then type some caption which would then lead to people believing its really them in the pic.

Get what im saying? No? Okay let me further explain.

Lets say *Megan has a friendster profile (gawd knows who Megan is, but im just giving an example, but then again, this post is directed at someone whose name i shall not mention).

So Megan has all these fabulous pictures posted up right? People who view her profile pictures would then be like "DAMNNNN, this girl has a nice body, she's got nice pictures, she looks rich. definitely worth getting to know her."

So these fools would add her and stuff, and talk to her, thinking that she's some model lookalike whose got such an AWESOME personality. OH YEH SHURE, SHE TYPES REAL CUTE ALRIGHT. Wow, she replaces all the "i's" with exclamation marks. and the "e's" with a number 3. example, "o m g sh!t duuuuuude sh3's out of th!z werldd"

LIKE THAT ALSO CUTE MEH? any idiot who's bored enough can type like that luh.

And her pictures would mostly be the kind where the face cant be seen. So what, like that very mysterious luh. Pfft.

KEH. SEE.

I can imagine an ahbeng's reaction to this picture. "WAHHH! THIS GAL SURE KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN ONE ORH." "SOCIAL BUTTEFRYY"
UAHSUBSKJASJBAJBSJABLJBSJABSJBALKJBSKJAS. IRRITATING SIA.

THOSE PICTURES ARENT EVEN HERS, and her caption would prolly be something like "omg, i was so drunk, J. Smith took this picture of me". Desperate piece of @(*&@!(*&@!*&)!

I BET A J. SMITH DOESNT EVEN EXIST.

ANDANDAND YKNOW WHATS THE BEST PART? THE GIRL CAN HAPPILY ADD ALL MY GUY FRIENDS (fer sure would be guys) and then she'll call me and tell me "Eh Sara, you know *insert guy friend's name* uh! I KNOW HIM TOO, WOW, COINCIDENCE."

COINCIDENCE, MY ASS LUH COINCIDENCE. you can add em all you want, but fact is, they couldnt care less about you and what you do or say.

Well i've got more news for you lil missy, my friends think you're doing a very good job at creating a fake image of yourself. :D Maybe you should try posting real pictures of yourself. Oh wait, i think you did. This picture seems pretty believable huh?

Know why? Cuz the girl look like Indonesian Maid. OOPS!3Z, D!D ! JUSTT SAY TH^T OUT L0UD?! TEEHEEHEEEZ. (Oh My, ! CAN tYp3 l!ke Y0U)

HA-HA.

Yknow,I actually cared (notice the past-tense) about you, but the things you do and say really get on my nerve. Remember that time where you would fake being angry at me, and then later on laugh it off asking me this "did i succeed in being a mean bitch?". whats up with that? like, how old are you man, 5? I didnt know being a bitch was something to be proud of. Well if it is to you, then why not let me help you boost your ego, BITCH.

guess what. i officially dont wanna have anything to do with you anymore.

Before i end, here's a song, i think its fitting for you. Have fun emo-ing to the lyrics. OH DAMN, I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION, pay attention to the chorus! :)

THE USED- I'M A FAKE

Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife.

Look at me. Can you tell, By the way I move and do my hair? Do you think that it's me, Or is it not me?

I don't even care. I'm alive, I don't smell. I'm the cleanest I have ever been. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry.

Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.

Do I drink?Do I date? I've got perfect placements .All my ink satisfied, In your eyes. I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now. I made sure that I look how I wanted to look. The people around me, The people surround me. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry.

Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. My stomach hurts now, And all tied off in lace. I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face. And this sickness isn't me. I pray to fall from grace. The last thing I see is feeling.

And I'm telling you I'm a fake. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.