HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I realised that after so long i never actually wrote something down about how i felt about him.
YOU ARE A FUCKING BASTARD. No matter how "good" you are. you really a son of a bitch.
I hope you bloody farking rot in hell. yeah.
FUCK YOU Mr. WH. and i say again. FUCK YOU.
I just wish you weren't fucking born in this world.
If its not because of the fact that i shouldn't cause a scene that would make her feel awkward. That day when i sat your car, i would have busted it with a fucking chair or brick or something and then stick your fucking dick up your own arse.
I really want to continue cursing you. but i feel we do not want to bring in parents.
so i shall leave it as it is. surprisingly it feels good after all this is written out.
ok. maybe it doesn't really feel good because its causing me to remember all the stuff that i've tried so hard to ignore and forget.
Nevermind.
got to work tomorrow!!
nights nights
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