You know, people read this blog, but never my entries. Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you?! Oh pardon the Oh-i'm-so-angsty-and-i-don't-give-a-flying-fuck-whether-you're-sinking-in-deep-mud,-surrounded-by-a-gazillion-famished-crocodiles-and-desert-lions mood. Do you even know what I'm talking about? Am I using too bombastic words? (I don't and you must have a vocabulary of an ogre.) I hate that you still have the cheek to ask about something that I've already mentioned, and my friends don't even know about my photography/art/writing, oh dear god. I'm sick of you taking everyone for granted. You expect raf to be there when some snotty bitch princess decides to be cold to you for no reason, or some fiesty slut can't get her hands off your boy. Well, I don't care.
I don't care because obviously you're sinking deep in oblivion, thinking, raf probably doesn't need girlfriends, raf doesn't need me, I'm better of talking to my snotty hunky mr sexy boyfriend. ohhhh ohhhh ahhh my fucking boyfriend, i love him so goddamn fucking muchhh i love him forever and ever and everrr. OH GOD, SHUT THE FUCK UP! You know what, there you go, this is raf for you. If that makes me less of a person, that I am cold and unforgiving, then that is your fucking problem. Get your nose out of my ass, I'm done making all the effort trying to talk to you, wanting to spend some bloody time with you. I'm barricading everyone out of my bloody life and i'm miss i'm-sorry-i-can't-be-fucked-anymore. I happen to like this rod stuck up my ass, thank you very much.

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