Who do I really hate? Oh man. There's so many, but one that seriously stands out?
Jay.
Jay O'Bryant.
Damn, I even hate that apostrophe in his last name. What, are you more special than everyone else and get an apostrophe?! Damn, you even have two capitalized letters. You bitch.
So it all started out with a very very stupid mistakeMyspace.
Did you know they have statuses now? Yuh huh. (Total stealing from Facebook btw)
(Let's back up a bit: I've just recently started adding people from my school onto my friends list. So now I have like…30 people! GASP.)
Okay, so on my status I wrote "Connah~ sometimes thinks about killing herself nowadays."
Oh mai. But I was referring to a QUOTE. Mmmhmmm. -z snaps-
And for some reason, Jay, that creeper, found my myspace (I had no idea who the hell he was until this incident) and I stupidly had my privacy settings to PUBLIC TO EVERYONE. So he read my status. Stating the obvious here, sweetie.
I never noticed he read my profile though. Nope nope. However, sometime later, when I passed him in the hallways at school he'd scream, "DON'T DIE!!!" and run away snickering like the prep-fag he is.
He'd also touch my hair, which is kind creepy. What kind of mofo creeper does that?!
So things continued like this for a while. It didn't really make me angry, just irritated. Then came one day, when I was released from 1st period and met up with my friend Monica(who happens to share 1st period with Jay. Surprise surprise.) She told me that Jay was telling people that I'm emo and no one should be friends with me.
WHAT
THE
FUCK
MAN?!
I never did ANYTHING to him. So of course I was angry! Monica continued telling me how Jay personally approached her and asked if she was friends with me. When she replied yes, Jay stated that I'm a freak and she should stop being friends with me.
WHAT THE FUCK YOU MOFO AAJSHGJAKG !#%(#@&^*@$^@
I learned that he got all this from my MYSPACE STATUS (Which I forgot was even there) so I went home and changed it :]
Connah~ Jay O'Bryant, I am going to fuck your face up so much you won't even be recognizable.
…okay maybe that was a little far. But I never did anything to him, and he was saying all this crap D:<
When he saw that, he messaged me.
-Note: The subject of the message was "you're a freak" Hm. At least he used proper grammar.
The message said something along the lines of I"m a freak emo chick who shouldn't have any friends. Said that he wasn't scared of me at all because he had "like 100 people on his side while I only have like 5 friends on myspace"
Ahem. I had twenty-nine.
So yea, I replied to him asking him to not call me an emo. Okay, I didn't really ASK him…more like demanded him. "I'M NOT FUCKING EMO YOU FAG. GET A LIFE"
He replied saying something like
"HAH. NOT EMO?! YOU MUST HAVE AN IQ OF LIKE 3 BECAUSE
1. YOU WEAR BLACK ALL THE TIME
2. YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS
3. YOU'RE A FREAK."
First of all, I don't wear black all the time.
I have ONE pair of black pants and a black jacket. I SPECIFICALLY AVOIDED WEARING ALL BLACK SO PEOPLE WOULDN'T CALL ME EMO -___-
Second of all, I'M ASIAN. ALL ASIANS ARE BUDDIES WITH EACH OTHER. WE'RE BONDED BY SOUL BEEEETCH!
And last…If I was a freak, I'd have stalked him down and killed him by now.
I messaged back with, "WELL YOU MUST HAVE AN IQ OF LIKE -100 OR -200 BECAUSE I DO NOT WEAR BLACK ALL THE TIME."
Then I basically said the same thing. Don't wear all black, I'm asian, and I'd have killed him by now :]
The next day at school when he passed me in the hallway, he bursted out YELLING, "SHE'S AN EMO FREAK. SHE THREATENED TO STALK ME AND KILL ME!!!"
I NEVER THREATENED YOU, YOU SELF-ABSORBED BASTARD.
Okay, so back home I got another reply from him: "Well if I have an IQ of -200, how am I typing this to you?"
After a while, I finally got tired and said
"You know what? I'm really tired of this so let's get this straight.
I hate you and think you're a fag. You hate me and think I'm a fag.
Got it? Good.
Now leave me alone, boy."
And then he never replied :]
He stopped spreading rumors about me. And he stopped touching my hair.
Thank you GOD.
Finally some peace and quiet.
But I ended up punching Jay in the face on the last day of school.
😀