by insomniac666 on Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:24 am
Dear Mother. Roommates. Friends. Exes. And The Motherfucking Man!
Hello Government. If I Could overthrow you, you know what i would do? Load My Desert Eagle and put it to everyone of you stupid fucks's temples and pull the trigger with a twisted sick grin on my face. Fuck you George Bush for putting us in another Economic crisis, and because of you more than half of the American's are unemployed, including me, and are losing hope fast in getting employed. Because of you, my insurance won't pay for my ear surgeries, i can't get a job, and my families going to lose their house. Obama cannot save us, he's going to barely be able to dig us out.
Speaking of you Obama, fuck you for trying to take my nicotine away, how dare you? a smoker and because you want to quit you make it nearly impossible for everyone else, too? Are you fucking serious?, im going to have to get a prescription for a pack of god damn cigarettes? hell n.o.
Levi. we broke up five months ago. LEAVE ME ALONE! i don't love you! i never did the 6 months we dated! sorry I'm a motherfucking Valkyrie, a Succubus, a conniving cunt, whatever. i used you. i needed physical relief, thanks, you fell for it. you fell in love with the wrong person. i give love a bad name. i don't give a fuck. i've been wronged, so have you. welcome to the club, it's fucking free. yeah, you got a problem with the fact that i fucked my roommates brother? and that he lasted way longer that two minutes? get over it, he's better, i told you. i told you Levi when you got with me i was bad bad news, and you said it turned you on. yeah doesn't so much now does it? dug your own grave, get in it. i don't give a fuck. i didn't want to tell you all those secrets but you stalked me, tried to force yourself on me, i had no choice. your sadness has no guilt over me. i was serious when i said i was a live-action zombie. dead, but it's all in my head. i'm depressed and suicidal and i don't have the time or energy to waste such precious emotion on someone as scummy as you, you stupid, idiotic stalking, lying douche bag.
Courtney. your my best friend. FUCK YOU. i should know that im only a waste of your time. you use me for my fucking weed you stupid cunt. you've never helped me through my hard emotional times. not at all for the three years we've been friends. i hated the six months i lived with you, i wanted to slit your throat and smear your fucking life all over the fucking walls and let everyone know i did it. killed the bitching bitch. bitch bitch bitch 24/7. oh my god someone ate a box of your mac and cheese!?!?! that you bought for everyone! oh god, go on a rampage, scream and scream because guess what court? NO ONE CARES OR CHOOSES TO LISTEN TO YOUR FUCKING ANNOYING MOUTH!!! i want to punch you in the face to the point that your asshole boyfriend can't recognize you. your a cunt! a cunt a cunt! you see these smiles on my face? their fake!.. those 'cat scratches you saw on me while i was sleeping, yeah open your eyes thunder cunt. duh. come crying to me again about how much precious Ronnie the love of your life is being a huge dick head again. i don't care anymore, because you know what i realized before you moved out? it was you who started the majority of the fights, why do you think that ron threatens to hit you? you know what court, you step on the wrong fucking toes hunny. i hope someone punches you before i get to you. i want to beat the living day lights out of you. when you have a problem, yeah talk about it, don't sob everyday about every single one of your problems, we know you have them, so does everyone else in the house, you act if your the only one going through a hard time. well you know what courtney, don't cry about your 2000 dollar credit card bill and then go out to Taco Bell and buy 25 dollars worth of food for you and Ron, don't go buy food at walmart at 3 in the morning after we've gone shopping and there's plenty of food here. we've offered to help you pay for that fucking card, but you blew off our money too. you owe me 65 bucks bitch! and did i ever ask what happened to it? no, but i know, because guess what sugar? the banks after you and your negative account. GET IN YOUR GRAVE TOO. I'm done with your repetitious bullshit. i've helped you too much and you've chosen to throw it away. you ignore me every time you get a new man, you have to be the center of attention for everything. here's a secret lovely. the majority of your friends congratulate me for dealing with your shit because guess what? THEY DON"T LIKE YOU! you drive, half of us don't. get the picture? i'm so glad you and Ron moved out.
Jerry and Erin, the Roommates. stop walking over me. just because i watch your fucking mutt kids for rent doesn't mean i'll do it every. fucking. day. capishe? damn it urks me you two. Erin your so fucking blind, Jerry's cheating on you, you find proof and you let him sweet talk you back? ha! you were paying his cell phone, car insurance, gas. cooking for him at the drop of a hat. come on babe, spread those fucking legs, he's horny and you give it whenever wanted. fuck yeah, you two are the epitomy of Bon Jovi's you give love a bad name. you guys are a fucking tornado and your trying to collide with me, the fucking Hurricane. guess what? i'll rip the both of you a new asshole. i hate every single one of your bratty ass kids. they don't listen for shit. It's a good thing homicide is illegal because i'd have heap fulls of bodies in their sandbox, ha! want to talk about how my insomnia and my schizo make me unstable? Jerry, your my best guy friend, your schizo also, uh.. shut your fucking fuck bag wife up before i do it for you. oh and Jerry you lost two of my most prized possessions, my signed Aiden posters! how could you? i left them in my box of important stuff in that box in your room, so the people at the party wouldn't steal it. did you really lose it or are you hiding them for yourself? or did you sell them for fucking coke? your pathetic. stop sitting on your ass and have the nerve to tell me to go get a job. you don't have one, stop complaining that i babysit for rent! YOU DON"T PAY THE BILLS! oh and Jerry, i've known you for a long time, i look at you as one of my best friends, a person who has almost killed for me, i love you. but stop trying to get me to fuck you while your wife's at work. i told you no, i don't care if your dick's 11 inches long, stop smacking me in the face with it, stop flaunting your naked ass around the house. i don't like guys with their heads so far up their asses they no longer see the light of day! god, you guys i want to kill every single of you, you stupid fucks, i want blood! and not just mine! stop getting in my business, just stop talking about it behind my back. before, i can't control the rageful monster that's growing inside me. i. will. destroy. you.
Last and Most Certainly not Least. Mommie Dearest. your daughter does drugs!?!? CALL THE COPS AH SHIT! it's a slap in the fucking face isnt it bitch? i kept it a secret for four years. i was coming home completely gone every. day. and you didn't know! you know your little mirror you keep in your purse, mom? i use to cut lines on that fucker.. yeah, as your in the living room watching t.v. I'm upstairs smoking reefer from a gravity bong. and you never knew! you kicked me out of the house because i spent Spring Break at a friends? i spent my 18 birthday with my best friend and you had already known about it, yet when the time came you screamed and cried and i had thought the fucking apocalypse started you freaked out so bad. you think i'm faking about my insomnia, and you have hard.core.proof. that i am.in. fact. and Insomniac. yet you tell your fucking mother and sister i complain about it 24/7 just for the attention. are you fucking serious? when did i ever mention it? once! only because i went a fucking week without one wink! i was seeing Shadow man again and you never believe me, never believe i saw the shadows. never believed the anxiety attacks until i had one in your car in front of you. want to beat me again for getting arrested my sophomore year for drug trafficking? or shall you and dad take turns like usual? well guess what, i was so fucked up that day i 'woke' up the next day in YDC not knowing i had been arrested and the cops took my fucking 200 dollar stash. did you know i was addict until then? no. i think you were in denial about it the past few years, how could you not know? but yet, you didn't even after the trouble with the pigs. you never. asked. yeah, i was ashamed to straight out tell you about it, maybe if you had at least asked instead of beating me with my purse then maybe some of my experiences wouldn't have happened. that's ok, momala, i don't blame any one but myself. oh. divorce dad, it's been 20 years, you two are done. you hate him, he hates you. get it over with, i think my brother would agree. oh and another few fun facts for you, love. i've been slicing the fuck out of myself since i was 12. 12! wow, you wouldn't say? i tried to off myself three times. pills, cutting, hanging. but don't worry mom, i'll succeed some day.
Forever Fucking Yours.
.Cassie.
*sorry if this might be a tad bit graphic. i let you guys into my mind a little.. have fun trying to get out.
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