I am unhealthily obsessed with the Showtime series Dexter. To the point that I wish Dexter were real, and I'd want to be his partner. Between my twisted mind and his, we would never get caught.

I'm 99 pounds without being sick.
Without skipping meals.
I was sick, I got to 95 pounds.
And yet it was a year ago.
And yet I'm still 99 pounds.

Seriously, wtg?!

Your eldest daughter's wedding day is NOT THE TIME to throw a moment. I know, as do your daughters, your husband AND your new son-in-law, that it was a hard day for you. But please, enough of the hystrionics. It should have been your daughter's day, but you made her OVER AN HOUR LATE FOR HER OWN WEDDING??

With mixed feelings

A guest

secret: i spent my 4th of july getting beat, burned by fireworks intentionally, and getting accused of starting shit with my NOW exes mother that is a heroin addict.



i moved out that night, and am now dating a cop (that i just so happend to meet while putting a restraining order on my bf) that is extremely against abuse to women and is entirely too sweet to me. we aren't official or anything but we went on 2 dates and he admitted to liking me.



i feel like i am a good hearted person, and i actually got something i deserve for once.

secret 2: i can't tell him i smoke weed, hes really against it. i'm sorry but i don't think i'll ever quit, until i get PRESCRIBED anxiety medicane or something. 

secret 3: i think i might be pregnant by my now ex. he was told he couldn't have children and we've tried in the past and nothing happend, but with my luck i'd be pregnant. its been a week and i'm late.

Please note, I found what you said the other night very offensive. The friend in question may only have arrived in this country 8 years ago with her family, but since then she has bought a house, had a succession of paid jobs and weathered plenty ignorant crap like that stuff you were spouting.

Embarrassed to be your daughter.

Me

Dear Internet-personality-who-is-annoying-and-claims-to-have-a-serious-illness

I've come across you before, and lo did I lulz. I came across your own special article at ED, and once again, the lulz did ensue. You are the attention-whoring internet personality who basically exists just for the people who aren't simply stupid to laugh at, time and time again. Except there is one thing that has bothered me that I would like to get off my chest. this isn't just directed at you, but well, pretty much everyone who tries to play the "autistic" card when they're just being stupid *ahem*

yes, when I attempt to look my 3 year old cousin in the eyes and she just looks right through me, I can't help but AGREE that autism should not be cured. I personally DON'T die a little inside each day that the best "talking" she will do is maybe repeat what others have said to her. Can she say my name? She can repeat it. Can she remember it? No. Funny thing is, she was diagnosed in the lighter end of the spectrum....she'll live a fairly normal life compared to many other kids. And she'll grow up to be a beautiful young woman, who isn't ugly as all get out and she won't hide behind her illness so she doesn't have to take responsibility for being a human being. 

so please, STFU. In fact, preferably, please die, just to be sure you're taken out of the gene pool for your blatent stupidity. 

-annoyed beyond belief

 dear the shit that have been happening to me,

*screams* just shoot me will ya?

why does everything happen at once? at one night? its July 4th, it was supposed to be the FUN night since i wasnt grounded anymore...

fuck...

i feel so alone, i feel like nobody understands, there r people i want to tell but i know they wont understand

why me?

fuck fuck

absolutely NO love,
me

Dear Kinda-Boyfriend,
Stop saying I'm being a bitch! I know I am, but you were being an ass first. You kept saying shut up, and then you said you were going to stop takling to me because I was too predictable.
So I decided to be a bitch back.
I hung up two times on you and you called back, and I told you I didn't feel like talking.
Then I send you a text saying that I just didn't feel like talking, then you called me a bitch again. Saying you didn't want to talk to me if I was being one.

When I finally start to get comfortable being affectionate with you you start being an asshole to me. Stop acting like you did a year ago, it's annoying and it makes me want to smack the shit out of you!
And sotp telling me to 'get off my rag' for your information I'm not on it, and that is the most fucktarded saying I've ever heard for being on your period. Gosh!


I Love You, You Stupid Boy,
Lanna

a kid i used to talk to like last summer who is a musician, always has away messages up of lyrics or whatever..and tonight his away message is to me, and i havent talked to him since last summer and this is what he wrote--

Dear (my sn),
you've mad me nauseous for the last time
everything i've said to you, i will form a spike
(to drive through my throat) in order to stop my words
this time i'll put them in the ground
along with my memories & feelings
i'll burn it down and walk away
let the fire warm my back
i wish you would say you hate me
it would make it so much easier
burn it down and walk away...

and then i went to his bands website on myspace to see something and the lil saying thing next to the picture, like the quote thing, it says--

"i just want to be the name next to the <3 in your away message"

and i always put a <3 at the end of my away message with a lil love saying.


i dont know what this is all about..
and im kinda interested to find out..

I was accused of stealing 57$ and someones medication pills. These are the people that I call my friends, if any of you saw my last post about how I think the human race are nothing but pigs...THIS is one example why I believe this. My so called friends should know I would never do that and yet I am stripped down at my friends party and my bag was dumped everywhere and searched. They had me take off my bra, shirt, pants and shoes.

Somtimes I ask myself "Why do I even bother?"

 Dear stupid non-english-speaking customer,

Yes, I understood what you meant when you pointed to the lottery tickets and tried to say you wanted one in horribly mutilated english. You, however, didn't seem to comprehend what I meant when I pointed to the lottery tickets then gestured "no more; done" no matter what I did or said. I tried english, portuguese and even a teensy bit of spanish to get the point across to you, but apparently you speak a language not taught in our local schools. It was probably cape verdean, creole, guatamalen, etc, but whatever. You came in, well after 11pm, and persisted wanting lottery despite me telling you that lottery was closed for the night.

Now, if this had been the first time, maybe maybe it would have been understandable. But you come in just about every fucking day, and I have told you the lottery closes at 11pm on numerous occassions. Get a brain, get the point, and get lost. Also, you're in America-- LEARN FUCKING ENGLISH!

no love for you,

disgruntled store clerk

My best  friend is 16 years old.
I'm 20. 

People think this is weird, but I dont care!