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"I was a baby when I learned to suck, but you have raised it to an art form..."


Why do you make me do it? Why do you make me have to go on (blogged) rants and say horrible words like "C. U. Next Tuesday", "psycho bitch" and "whore"?

This is a special message to people who continue to enrage me, to act as if they have a black abyss inside of their body, where there should be, oh, say, human organs! To the people who should know better, who have, in fact, been in a place so dark themselves that they should know first hand what it is like for others to be in the same place. But, I guess some people are so selfish and so disgusting and so truly horrible they will never see the way they are. I honestly just feel sorry for people like that.

I put a piece of poetry up on my creative writing blog, you can feel free to check it out, it's pretty much sums up the way I am feeling.

In the meantime, good luck with your life. Not that you know what you are missing, but you have been written off for good.

(And no, unless you already know who I am talking about, I can't tell you. This is just my passive-aggressive way of calling out people who need it! As if a bitch like me should judge anyway, LOL!!!)


Ree said…
Hey Brie--I totally get where you are coming from. It's like these people have no conscience what-so-ever--the devil in disguise!!
Oh--I would LOVE to check out your creative writing--if that's ok-- please add me to the list: Thanks so much!! Sending you some much needed ((((HUGS))))!!!
PS Tell your dear hubby I said HEY!!

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