Don't speak. Let me in.

(Fuck you and you and you-}
{2003-06-03} {11:08 p.m.}

I’ve decided that I am going to lock my diary- if you are one of the people I talk to on a regular basis- email me or something. You can IM me if you like. I’m usually online. And this has nothing to do with anyone online. It’s because of the bitches here and they want to be nosey asses. He asked me today if I was going to let him read my diary and I was like umm nope.

As I was trying to update an entry I accidentally deleted my last entry. Isn’t that just peachy? Stupid ass temperamental diaryland. Gah! I didn’t delete it on purpose and I don’t even know why I am explaining myself to you or you or you- I’m through dancing around the subject of everything anymore. I’m going to rant when I want to rant and I’m going to be a bitch when I want to be. I’m not going to sugar coat things anymore- so if you want to read my diary that’s completely up to you- it’s not really meant for an audience anyway. It’s for me- so if you don’t like it- fuck off.

~~I'm locking it tomorrow- so if you are reviewing me either remove me from your list or email me for the password when you get to me.~~ As far as anyone else and if you don't care; then fuck off and leave now- and never return. And with that I am done- enough said. If you think all of this is directed to you- think what you will- I can't change your mind. You will think what you want to anyway. Stop being such a diminutive pusher of delivering antidotes of things you know absolutely nothing about. You aren’t me – you don’t know my emotions. You just pretend to think you do because you read my diary. You don’t know the cure for what I have- so please just stay way if all you plan on doing is putting me down or putting words into my mouth. I have no more staying power.

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