My recipe for success: first, a dash of just being nice, no matter how much I' d prefer to fire my verbal spear at someone' s throat. Next, a pinch of remembering the day - the only day - that I, too, were possibly this annoying and third, a hearty dollop of self-control.
Ceterum censeo OTF esse delendam.
I bumpt into him
I havent seen him more then a year
not up close anyways
everytime I felt someone stairing at me I would see someone peeking trying to make something clear.
He told me he's going to school
I told him stuff too.
It always seemed like everything I told him he took to heart
I hate him for it. He uses everything I tell him for motivation.
I wore my new cloths today, but I should have worn something better
I hate him. He was wearing my fav colours, blue; I will never wear blue again. I hope he gets fat and married, that would be the best revenge.
im not going to chill out I hate him
he thinks hes better then me
such a snug bastard
all I know is tht when he comes home he's going to be plotting on how to get me. Hes going to find a way to bother me. You dont know him, hes done it before... hes a snug bastard who thinks hes gods gift to everyone just because hes handsome. He's been doing it ever since we were small, he always has to win.
I told him something I was doing then he would do it better.