To myself:
Wow, your pissing me off. Last night, was lame. You did a ton of sh*t which you knew not to. AND today, wow. I was surprised, it's like I have this alterego, who choses to let go of her morals. HATE YOU!
To my neighbor:
I'm 15, the drinking age is 21, and we aren't Romania, where it's 18. So stop serving me alcohol.
To *****:
Well, to be honest, I totally lied to you so you would get out of my house, out of my room, and out of my bed. But it worked, and I don't regret it.
To my block:
Stop looking at me like I'm some kind of alcoholic, I had a few drinks, while you guys kicked back countless shots.
To ****:
As your friend, you should have told me, we were BEST friends, and I asked you straight out if he ever hit you, and you lied straight to my face. You know I would have been there for you in a second, and backed you up no matter what, I just wish you would have told me. This is so my fault, if I hadn't caused so many problems between you guys, maybe he wouldn't have hit you or maybe he would have. I feel guilty and like crap.
To ****:
You ever f*cking put a hand on my friend again and I will f*ck you over SO bad, I will mess you up, if you EVER lay a hand on her, whether she tells me or not, that's f*cked up. your f*cked up and to think, for a long time I encouraged, and you just hit her, I hate you and hope you rot in hell.