I Don't Care MEANS I Don't Care

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Then again who can really tell now a days? Perhaps, oh I don't know things can be construed kinda weird.

Apparently, other than being a bit off my rocker (in a good way) my friend came to me, concerned. Worried. A bit spazzy.

Thinking this was a big deal, I carefully prodded and wondered what ever could be wrong.

"________" (my ex's name here) is out."

I sighed. Heavily.

I readied myself to lash out as I have been doing. Instead, I turned and walked, quickly away. Grim with the realization my friend, well- wasn't anymore.

Does this not sound like high school drama?

People don't seem to understand, I just don't want to hear it. At. All. Ever. Again. Yet, they persist.

Chugga Chugga

Drama, drama, drama.

YAY! Now, we can talk right? Act all kiss kiss, hug hug and backstabbing, like sisters/ brothers / combination there in! I would like to think you, my fine reader and myself really are that close! It's a digital bitchfest after all.

You get to read my ever so fine complaints, nodding silently and understanding, The fact is, I get it!

Occasionally, you post up comments letting me know how you feel, how mean and bitchey I am, (out of LOVE!) and we kiss and make up. That's why I love you my readers! Then again, sometimes you tell me I'm *gasp* right. My ego thank you for that.

Okay, if anyone has some interesting topics for me to blend and mold into my wonderful style of writing- Let me know. I'd be happy to be lazy I mean, write about what you want.

Use these- Comment Below.



If I like your suggestion, I'll give you both

a.) Digi-Cookies

b.) Internet points.

Both let you be redeemed in the comments section. I can totally do that now. Sin and I'll forgive you! (No? Darn)

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