Yea, sorry about the
photobucket - bandwith exceeded mess that my blog has become.
At least the posts can still be seen, which is a *phew factor.
Just to make sure, I went to Leanne's blog to check since we have the same skin (HAHA, yes, laugh at our wannabe twin-ness) and hers is like mine. But at least her title can be seen. If that's possible.
please update it, person who made this blogskin! I really like it!
Begging to a stranger here.
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And by the way, bitching about people who are bitch-blogging about you only evokes sympathy from your friends. Apparently bitch-blogging was
sad. Hey, guess what? Announcing it in public is even sadder.
Getting your friends to gang up on the person who bitch-blogged is even sadder.
Just because you're seniors doesn't mean you rule the school. Seniors, pshaw. Senior citizens, more like. All you know is how to complain and other people would get the job done for you. Oh, and in case it slipped your pretty little heads, you scared the life out of that girl. And then when she made her blog private, deleted the incriminating post, and removed you from her facebook, you laugh about it. We live in a free world, in case you haven't noticed. Or maybe you were just too busy getting manicures.
Heartless bitches, all of you.
Want to take me down? I'd like to see you try. Well, more news for you. See if you can digest all of this at once. One year younger doesn't make any difference at all.
Neither does make-up, pretty pictures or skinny bodies.
So don't think you can get away with it.
I mean, if bitch blogging was so S-A-D, what your friends said was probably the saddest thing in sad history.
Evidence is a lovely thing.
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In a less polite way,
bitch, it was ONE post. And if you didn't give a crap about it like even-minded people would, your friends wouldn't have referred to themselves as 'assassins', or said "tomorrow's gonna be hell for you. pray to all your "angels" for luck tonight. XOXO."
Leave her alone and let her be, you bastards. So what're you going to do if she does something stupid like killing herself? Didn't even think of the effect. If you even had a brain to think in the first place.
So cool, the lot of you.
Children.
Why don't you go do your hair or something?
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