I know way too many people here right now that I didn't know last year, who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back but I just can't remember it all. What am I doing, what am I doing? Oh yeah that's right, I'm doing me.

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17 January 2011 // things that need to be said
I know I'm updating early, but I'm about to burst.

No, I do not find American culture appealing, in fact I despise it. It glamourizes the worst of ideals and encourages dishonor, dishonesty, and premature ejaculation. If my statement bothers you, fuck off I don't give a shit.

Try to twist my words? That's fine as long as you stay the fuck up out my face. But don't expect me to just up and respect you because you claim to be an exception to the rule, especially when you're proving just how consistent you really are.

If you feel the need to bitch about me bitching, keep in mind you're being a hypocrite. And as I've previously stated, letting me take out my anger and frustrations out in a harmless way is far better than me taking them out on you. Don't make me shoot the flame in your direction.

Yes, I'm a flirt. If I flirt with you it doesn't necessarily mean I'm dying to be with you. In fact at this point I'm not dying to be with anyone (see previous entry). I'm also a very sexual person, so if the flirting goes in that direction don't mistake it as me owing you a piece because I owe you nothing.

I'm a flirt but I'm not down for booty calls. I enjoy romanticism, and if you can't provide that then you're not getting any of the goods. Sorry, I'm past the whole "hooking up" thing.

If you're essentially making it a choice between friends and some boy for yourself then you clearly don't see the obvious problem. If you're with someone you shouldn't have to choose between them and friends, there should be a balance of both. And if you decide to do something stupid in order to not feel lonely don't lash out on people who can see through it.

If you decide to bitch at me when I've done nothing but be there for you with all the shit you've gone through with this boy, just because I question why you AGAIN decided to go back to him after all your talk about logic and the desire to avoid dysfunctional relationships, then I just highly suggest you stay the fuck away from me until you come to your damn senses.

I don't appreciate being told I'm not being a friend when I've been a great one the entire time. A friend isn't there to sugarcoat it; I will tell you when you're being stupid out of concern and if you can't handle that then you need to not have girl friends. Keep taking the abuse from him then, I'm done trying to protect you since you're incapable of appreciating the things I and your other rational friends do for you.

But yes I am disappointed, and I have the right to be. Another girl lost to dumb decisions in the name of "love." Bull. Shit.

Right now I'm focused on getting one of my girls straight, she's gone through hell, a hell that I've been through and I can't help but relate to her issues. She's one of the strongest girls I've met and I feel like she's been broken down. I can see it. And it honestly tears me up inside. I love this girl and I can't let shit like that fly. Further support of my hatred for America.

You know it's bad when foreigners come to this country with the idea they can get away with fucked up shit with the justification of "but this is America." I don't care the consequence, you fuck with one of the people I love and I'll rip your head off. Jail? Death penalty? Some SAW shit is about to go down and I don't care what happens to me.

In short I'm done with your bull shit drama and I'm focused on the people who have proven themselves to gain my respect and attention. Don't like it? Tough chicken shit.

Marlo xoxo!


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