Extreme Anger.

You know.. I've been all relaxed and nonchalant
and really fucking pateinet with everyone and it's gotten me NOWHERE.
Someone was snooping in my blog and found some shit about someone very
important to me that may have painted them in the wrong light but you know what? I don't give a fuck. I felt the need to write in MY OWN blog about said person. You know what.. fuck that. Justin. I wrote about Justin AKA Junito and some fucktard felt the need to run to him and say, ohh, Kimi's saying so and so. I don't give a fuck. I have an opinion and the right to express said opinion. Regardless of if it's positive or negative. I privatized my blog and kinda soured on the blogging scene but this shit is ridiculous. My sanity is like.. done for. I love my friend dearly and he knows this and shouldn't question it if my opinion of him at the time of the blog was somewhat strange. Whatever.
To Pressing issues... Drama ensues in my life once more. The course.. dun dun dun.. Michael Burgess. Why am I still bothering with him my readers ask. He's no good, Kimi, they tell me.
But I constantly throw caution to the wind and put my heart on my sleeve and run back like a crackhead to this person as if he's got some candy coated rocks dangling in front of my face. Why has this person come up once more is the question most likely going through Brandi's mind at the moment. He's been stalking myspace. Like.. SERIOUSLY. Hacked my account and everything. Reading messages between me and other members, the nine. And it's sad. I have never violated anyone's privacy and I didn't expect my partner.. at the moment.. ex to do that to me. Like, what gives someone the right to do that. And you know this shit that REALLY irks me.. My password was May11th.. Also known as our fucking anniversary. Ain't that a fucking bitch? I'm shaking my head typing this shit. Like, being insecure is so fucking lame. I don't go looking into his shit looking for these ugly bitches he keeps fucking, they come find me. [Chrissy not included so no offense to her. She's sweet and actually a cool person.] I'm tired of th shitty end of the stick but every time I get this person off my mind, he decides to hit me up with dumb shit and piss me off again. Like, let me live. I beg you. I've loved this person since the summer before High School. All through high school. EVEN NOW! Which is sad and probably considered a side effect of my OCD. He's a ritual. Something.. Someone I have to have around and it's sad because he obviously doesn't feel the same about me.

Ugh, whatever, fuck it. I'm so irritated right now. -_-