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Jerk-offs. Angry Rants. And cookies. Yay cookies.
Well, I feel better now. Got to go off like I wanted to. I mean c'mon. I was a bet?! A ******** bet?! And not only that. A sucky a** bet! I'm only worth a dollar? What the hell is that? C'mon. Kinda makes me feel bad. If you're gonna make a bet about me, make it a little more than that. I am worth more than a dollar. Way to make me feel good. Douchebag. Oh, I realize. I haven't explained this bet. It was a bet about sleeping with me. I know. Nice isn't it? Sleep with me win a dollar. Well was it worth it? Did the dollar go to good use? But funniest part is. The bet is bad, yeah. It pissed me off beyond all belief. And the bragging...that too. But that wasn't the worst part for some reason. It was the dollar part. C'mon! Kinda makes me feel bad about myself. I'm worth more than a dollar right? And worse than that. Admitting to the bet. And then, trying to cover it up as a joke and oh I wasn't supposed to find out like this. And finally, "well ok sarah, you weren't supposed to find out period. But I won't ever do it again. I promise. I love you..." Blah blah ******** blah...Why did you do it in the first place? Seriously. Ouch. I swear, people should think before they act. But...we've argued about it for a few hours now...and I can't bring myself to be angry anymore. Just tired. I feel the need to punch the hell out of a door or wall or something...but I am not waking everyone in the house up just because I wanted to vent some frustration. And busting my knuckles up again doesn't sound much fun either. So, I'll fight the urge and deal. I'm gettting better at controlling my anger. Sort of. Last day of school. All day long. Wanted to punch my locker. I fought it though. Until the third time. But hey, I'd have usually hit it all three times. So yeah, go me. I seriously need anger management classes. Oh well...I'm babbling now...so...later...
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