your lipstick. his collar

so i dunno. i, like, sit there... thinking - god i wish he would just do it and get it over with. then i have a solid reason to hate her. and to be mad at him for hanging out with her. cause since they haven't done anything, the excuse "we're just friends" is acceptable. well, okay it's not cause he tells her like everything i say. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh. and today i was like "I'm sorry I'm not a whore." and jermey was like blah blah blha and I was all "I'm sorry I'm not like JOrdi." But I didn't mean it as like Jordi is a whore, I meant it as like - I'm sorry I don't do sexual things, geez. And he got all mad at me about it. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR fuck. whatever. i'm so sick of worrying about this shit all the time. and i know he's like "then don't worry bout it" but i can't help it. ARGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGGH SHOOT ME IN THE FACE
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