So, here's how it goes. Thanks to you people who have done nothing but talk shit about me, or guess what it is that I'm doing without EVER ONCE fucking asking me whats going on, you caused one of my best friends to hate me. Not to say I didn't fuck up a little bit, but you sure as shit didn't help. Did you ever think that maybe sometimes people can't fucking sleep so they wander around and when they see a beautiful picture that calms them down they might just sit and look at it. Or maybe that when a person is wandering around and they're in a crowd of people that they don't know their eyes might be drawn toward the people that they know. Did that ever cross your little god damned minds when you were talking about me. Saying it's weird when I'm happy and creepy when I'm depressed. Well how the fuck else am I supposed to fee!l? Since when do my emotions matter to you. hey instead of saying it's creepy when I'm depressed. Especially when the people who I though might have been my friends just talk about me literally behind my back on a fucking bus. Get a god damned life of your own and maybe check your facts by, oh I don't know. ASKING ME WHAT'S GOING ON IN MY LIFE. NOT FUCKING ASSUMING WHAT I'M DOING. When you assume you make and ASS out of U and ME. GET IT STRAIGHT!! I'm not a stalker, I'm not hung up on my feelings like that. I'm just sorting through my life. That doesn't mean I'm being creepy. And maybe instead of talking about me, you could fucking try talking to me. You bunch of giant fucking ass holes. Way to fuck up my life even more. You're just a big group of geniuses. I hope you all feel bad. Don't even fucking try to apologize to me, it wont help. If you even care, just try using the poor excuse for a little fucking brain you have next time. ASS!