You know what? I always let shit slide. I'm always being the bigger, better person. I'm always the one NOT STANDING UP FOR MYSELF. I take the blows, and just shrug them off and let them eat at my insides and store them all in a file cabinet in my brain. Not anymore --- I'm different now. I won't LET others knock me down, I won't LET people get the fucking best of me. I won't let you fill the internet with BULLSHIT about me, pointless banter that I'm quite sure the world could give two shits and a fuck about.
I was lying down, I'm tired as hell, and I have to go up to my future workplace in a few hours... but I can't go to sleep because of all this SHIT clouding my brain. That's right, it's absolute, decaying, rotting, maggot ridden DOG SHIT. Shows how much of a friend you REALLY ever were.
Before I start the GOD FORBIDDEN RANTING FROM MY 'INSANE' BRAIN, please refrain from putting your nose in this if you're not Emily Thompson. Thanks.
What you wrote about me was disgusting. It was all bullshit. It was pretty fucking harsh, too. How dare YOU try to make me sound like an IDIOT on your LIVEJOURNAL? HAAAA. Remember when I first met you? Miss teased hair New Found Glory 17 year old try-so-hard-with-my-2-preciously-owned-MAC-eyeshadows-that-I-can't-even-apply-properly? AWW, I do! Little Miss Obnoxious, Little Miss "I WAS MOLESTED WHEN I WAS A KID *FAKE CRY*" just to fit in with Zach & I when we were having a deep conversation. Little Miss Insta-Vegetarian, Little Miss "BISEXUAL"... (yet from what I hear you never even did anything sexual with the ONE girl you've 'dated' HAHAHAHAA PLEASE.) The only things you've ever done for me was 1) let me live with you that whole month IF that and 2) came over whenever Kevin did all of that shit to me.And when I lived with you, I did shit for you constantly. ASHLEY bought your weed, ASHLEY bought your hairdye, ASHLEY bought your food, ASHLEY bought your cigarettes. The only thing you paid for yourself was a fucking Cruiserweight cd and your way into the show because you cleaned someones house or something for 20$. And there I was scraping what little money together I had to give to your mom and to support you and me both. Your mom never did shit for you while I was there besides take you to school whenever you weren't lazy enough to get up and actually go. And I was grateful for a place to live, but obviously it wasn't projected well enough. & I wouldn't have been homeless if your mom wouldn't have let me stay there. YOU'RE an ungrateful little CUNT. Like mother like daughter, though. Yeah my mom's crazy but at least she doesn't fight with me about me stealing her pot. OH OR WAIT, WAS THAT ANOTHER LIE FOR ATTENTION? SOB SOB SOB. LITTLE MISS PSEUDO-INTELLIGENT. Just because you can throw in a few big words that you steal from other people does NOT make you intelligent. Hell, you spelled 'definitely' like 'definately' before I mentioned some shit about that via myspace and livejournal. You've NEVER had a personality, you suck anything 'cool' about you from everyone else. You're annoying. You're dumb. You're boring. YOU LIVE IN PENSACOLA, TOO. You moved for what? 6 months? OOOH TO OHIO. And you accomplished what? Living on your own? I did that for nearly three years. Just because I'm living with my mother again doesn't make me a bad person. Just because I was out of work doesn't mean I'm 'going nowhere with my life.' Just because I'm not going to school in this CESSPOOL OF A TOWN certainly does NOT make me a loser. Just because I change my mind about moving a lot does NOT mean that I'm not serious about going to Hollywood.... because this time, it's REAL. My mind hasn't changed yet. I've got a best friend out there waiting for me, as well as school, as well as a better job than WAFFLE HOUSE...........
And I'm fucking proud of myself for getting this far.
So what you say about me 'going nowhere' is really fucking hilarious to me.
You don't even have your fucking diploma. Eat that, at least I have one. Miss "I'M 19!"....
Miss "I'LL BE 20 THIS YEAR AND I DON'T HAVE A DIPLOMA."
I took diet pills and laxatives TWO YEARS AGO. CRY ABOUT IT.
I eat healthy now and I walk around my apartment complex. When it gets warmer out I'll swim. You are a coke snorting piece of shit bitch who has to ALWAYS have everything about you. And I laugh; because no fucking wonder YOUR Kevin left YOU. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're both fucking PHILISTINES to the fullest extent of the word, but seriously, who wants to put up with your constant nagging and personality shifts and bullshit stories and lies 24/7? Your answer? NOBODY FUCKING HUMAN.
I do NOT 'go through best friends like underwear.'
First of all I don't even wear underwear, so your analogy failed.
Second of all, I've always only had one REAL best friend, Zach. He still is my best friend, and he is the ONLY person I tell 100% of everything I think about to.
You say you haven't told me anything raw in years --- and I could care less, because it's the same way with you, for me.
I NEVER 'BEGGED' YOU TO ROLL WITH ME. I brought it up a few times. Now that I know you just sit and listen to THE FAINT (HAHAHAHAHAAHHAA) while 'rolling,' I'm glad I DIDN'T roll with you. And you actually said "We're raving to The Faint." HA, you used 'raving' as a term for 'dancing.' YEAH, YOU'RE BRILLIANT. GENIUS. Study up on your shit, halfwitted no-brain skank. The whole 'YOU'D LET ME DIE' issue is just plain fucking retarded. Do you even know me at all? You immature, cold hearted bitch. I'd never let ANYONE die. If a situation like that were in my hands, I'd SAVE someone's life even if I disliked them. Nobody deserves death. I cannot stress that enough.
It was all me fucking with you about the HYSTERICAL picture comments until you had to go and insult my appearance. People only do that, and build from that when they have nothing else to go on. WEAK WEAK WEAK. Try again.
You go through men like fucking water. None of them ever like you. I may be 'fat' according to you, but I've had plenty of boyfriends and GOOD boyfriends and plenty of men pick me up. OFTEN, might I add. I'm a WHALE, I'm OBESE. I'm AVERAGE. Shut up. You REALLY aren't one to have room to go and diss on others' misfortune when it comes to looks. I know for a fact you did starve yourself ----- cause you told me. You said you wanted to be 'little like Liz' and I remember quite vividly whenever Liz brought up losing weight and all of that jazz, that's when YOU got into it. When I first met you, you were hella chunky. You were still hella chunky when you moved back from Ohio. You can come back at this however you want. You already called me fat, I know I have crooked teeth, I know you may not find me 'attractive' but I could give a fuck LESS what some braindead, sheltered little girl thinks of me. Your opinions are equivalent to shit in my eyes now. Fucking waste of air.
I think what your problem with men is rooted to your father because you never had a father. So you're constantly looking for that male figure in your life. Which is FINE, but you should really learn to not be so persistant. It's annoying to men. I know what will come out of your mouth next.. "SLUT." HAHAHAHA, don't care. Again - 8th grade. Moving on.
I'd rather be defined as 'insane', 'crazy', etc than not being able to be defined at all. Nobody can define you because you don't have anything outstanding about you. You're just that drab, mediocre face in the crowd. You try to speak up with your ever so annoyingly loud voice, but no one ever ACTUALLY wants to listen to you because everything you say is just lies and shit that you stole from other peoples' mouths and you try to repeat it to make yourself seem somewhat original and cool. Everything's been done. There's no depth to you, and I feel sorry for anyone who thinks there is. I've known you for a while and you've never had a personality. Truth be told, you're pretty plain.
I just honestly want to know what you've accomplished in life that I haven't.
OH WAIT, you have a truck of your MOM'S that you can drive. Big fucking deal. Next please.
ASHLEY'S list of talents/accomplishments!
+ I can play piano, keyboard, synthesizers, beat boxes, drums, and harmonica.
+ I can sing.
+ I can paint, draw, sculpt, write, and not to mention make my own music.
+ I won an award for a short film I made in Video Production class in Middle School.
+ I've independently published two books.
+ I was on Principal's List Honor Roll up to 8th grade.
+ After that, until 10th grade, regular Honor Roll.
+ I have 150 hours in Cosmetology.
+ I can circuit bend.
+ I can do LAYOUTS FROM SCRATCH and I know HTML as well as Java, CSS, and Flash.
+ I know Adobe Illustrator and can do Vectors. (Graphic design.)
+ I can MAKE CLOTHES! GASP!
+ I can PROPERLY do make-up! GASP X 2! (See also: Cosmetology.)
+ I started working at age 16.
+ I was in T.A.G (Talented and Gifted) throughout ALL of my school years it was offered.
+ I've lived in 3 different countries and have visited about 10 other countries. I've lived in 2 other of the United States and have visited nearly all of the states. Just not the far out west.
EMILY'S list of talents/accomplishments!
+ You can sing, sometimes.
+ You can roll a blunt.
+ You have a truck to drive.
+ You FINALLY moved to a different state, for 6 months or so. Should've stayed there.
+ You finally got off of YOUR ASS at what? Age 18? 18 1/2? And started working.
+ You sure as hell can make fake online journals and use pictures of other people you know in real life saying that it's you!
OH, for those of you that can't comprehend what I mean...
Emily made quite a few 'greatestjournals' (greatestjournal.com) of my sister, Hayley and some other chick(s) and she pretended to be other people and used my sisters pictures. She had like 9235729572 of my sisters pictures as greatestjournal icons. I hacked the account and pwned it.
That's all I can think of. Damn, you're boring.
Boo fucking hoo. Cry me a river, you insecure, jealous, lying, two-faced, shit talking, cliche, prepubescent twat.
You deserve nothing but the worst. Rot in hell.