A tastefully titled song of Green Day’s.
What does it stand for?
Fuck off and die.
It’s what I’m saying to the world right now.
But you know what, I think all this anger and moodiness may just be a symptom of PMS. Or maybe all the drugs are finally getting to me.
I’m medicated.
But not so elated.
I don’t even know what it is.
So this’ll be a dumb, short post.
I think I’m just fed up with everything right now. I was so so happy when Q said she was completely done with John and didn’t want to talk to him ever again, but now she’s feeling “guilty” and wants to apologize to him.
She shouldn’t.
I want him gone.
It is not at all a thing of jealousy:
He’s just a bastard.
A stupid bastard who is the “nicest person ever“, and maybe that’s what sickens me. He never gets angry. He is nice to everyone. He is polite. He is charming. But he has his “flaws”. He smokes. He swears. He hangs out at bars.
He’s so good it’s just stupid. But his “flaws” are so stupid that it makes him stupider. He is just stupid. And he’s all gay and happy [not synonymous] and is like so obsessed with his gayness it’s obnoxious. And he dances and sings.
Maybe it’s just his predictableness that drives me crazy.
I can’t stand him.
I want Q to not be able to stand him.
I want him and Sky to leave us alone, and go be gay together. [NOTE to unwary passerby: I am not by any means homophobic. I love gay people. Magnus, anyone?] But John and Sky are just annoying about it. And it pisses me off.
She doesn’t know everything, obviously.
But she doesn’t confide anything.
Until it’s too late.
I really, really wish things could go back to how they were.
But I guess we’re both too scarred from it all.
Literally.
