:: Closing Time ::

:: Sunday, April 27, 2003 ::

Last night was fucked up. Real fucked up.

Congradulations to the nibs, initiation (and your class itself) is the only part of last night that went well.

Now I need to say something for one person.

This blog is a public forum for my own personal writing, my feelings, and my thoughts. If you don't like them, don't read it. If you're going to ignore or disrespect my feelings - especially the very, very personal ones I've been known to put here - you can fuck off. You're already one of the most blatantly disrespectful and prejudiced people I have ever met, and it disgusts me. I feel foul every time that touches me, and last night's bullshit was part of that. We are not going to talk about it, because when I speak to you at no point in time do you show any sign that you have understood what I am saying. You're not dumb. Which means you COULD understand if you gave a shit. This disgusts me.

I'm not gonna waste my time anymore.

The saddest part is that the other five instinctively take your side. I wish I knew why, because when they try and talk to me privately they seem to act like they understand. But in public they're as fast to turn on me as anyone, and that fucking hurts. Makes it pretty clear that the talk we had was bullshit - at no point did you guys ever want me to be part of it. That's another blog to be had though.
:: Peter 5:34 PM [+] ::
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