My name is Jeanne Marie, I am seventeen years old, and I love all of you.
Well, no I don't. I mean maybe I do.
Butyeahhi.
I don’t hate you. I don’t want to wish bodily harm on you. I’m not as angry as those posts probably made me out to be.
I wrote them when other things had me upset, so of course they’re going to be more violent than they should have been. I’m not apologizing, though. I may not have meant every word I typed, but that doesn’t mean I’m not hurt.
I’ve already reconciled with one of you. We’re cool now. But we really didn’t have much to get over.
If I wanted to make peace with the other I’d be typing this to you, rather than posting it here for people none of us know to see. If you find it, good. If not, oh well.
I just want you to understand that nothing I wrote came out of nowhere. It was a lot harsher than I meant it, and I don’t need you thinking I want you dead or anything — because I don’t. We were really, really good friends. We had some really, really good times.
I was just sick and tired of being told that I was a shitty friend, a shitty person, but it’s okay because I can’t help it and, oh, poor you for having to deal with me.
No. Just, no. None of that is true. You are not the goddamn sun. You are a person, I am a person. I never went out of my way to hurt you; I only ever went out of my way to help you, but you don’t see that. You’re too focused on being a martyr.
Anyway, I probably shouldn’t have written that either. I just figured I needed to explain myself when I was level-headed. This thing was never meant for people I know to see. Except Casey, because he was a bitch-and-a-half about adding me. This thing was purely for strangers’ eyes, because venting to them means I don’t have to explain myself about anything.
I don’t hate you. I’m just sick of being hurt by you. I only ever wanted to be your friend, and at the beginning of the summer when you went off about what you usually go off on, I got fed up. Yeah I shouldn’t waste my energy holding a grudge, but I’ll be damned if I let it go this time. I can’t deal with the bullshit anymore.
I’m not a bad person. Not at all. I’m a damned good one.
You’re not a bad person either. You just need to get your head out of your ass.
I made one to vent at strangers.
Not for people I know to see.
So if I know you, just don’t fucking look at this.
Rules: take any word from a show, or movie title and replace it with the word VAGINA
I’ll start off with a few:
Its kind of a funny Vagina
Paranormal Vagina 2
My Vagina to Take
GOGOGOHarry Vagina ..haha!
500 Days of Vagina
How I Met Your Vagina
The Big Vagina Theory!The Little Vagina
The Vagina King
Sponge Bob Vagina Pants.
How to Train Your Vagina
Alvin & The Vagina’s
WHAT TIME IS IT?!
Vagina Time.
V for Vagina.
;D
(Source: ajrfp, via codyissocoollike)
for everyone who has committed suicide because of their sexuality and everyone who’s thought about it.
(Source: theboywhocould-fly)
SHIT SON
OH SHII.
i don’t get it.
LOL. I would have never got this, thank you Harry Potter.
Why would the police arrest the murdered? Unless you’re arresting the murder, who is himself. In which case… It’s okay?
I don’t fucking know.
THERE IS NO POST ON SUNDAY
Teeeeeee. :>
(Source: peetalongbottom, via accio-penis)

