So far, this summer has been sheer hell.
First of all, don't tell me that I'm whining viewers, because I can definitely see that but if I see anyone criticizing me about it, I'll be pissed. This is my account, and I can say anything I want. Same goes for you, but when you trespass on my journal, of course I'm going to hide your comment. I'm not in the mood right now, mmkay.

Well, when I get on here, usually it is to tell you about my problems, update you on my life and whatnot, right?
Wrong.
All this journal is good for, is letting off steam. And the very fact that some people couldn't really give a shit, pisses me off. I know that I have really good companions and whatnot, but when some of them call me a 'slut', or a 'whore', and slams me up against a car...well, that's crossing the line a bit right?
I'm not going to say names...
-w-
-No name.- put his hands on me. his /fucking/ hands on me. My friend -No name.- --his ex-girlfriend--didn't want to talk to him, because she knew that he'd just ask her about it again, and he'd been drinking.
No, actually, he showed up at our hang out SHIT FACED DRUNK.
Do you /comprehend/ what type of reputation that gives the owner. he's a good, honest working man--who just wants to see his passion for pool playing, touch the lives of some teens and kids.
Well, -No name.- was threatening to burn himself with a lighter--which was totally fucking stupid, seeing that -No name.- wasn't going to let up-- and when I told -No name.- to stop it, he screamed at me:
"You fucking whore, keep your slutty nose out of my business."
I wasn't gonna cow over at /that/ insult, I mean--hell I've gotten called worse lotsa' times.
But when I reached after him, after -No name.-had fled, and he was following her, he grabbed my arm--quite tight might I add-- and threw me against his car.
I remember sliding to the ground, and snarling at him: "What the /fuck/ -No name.-?!"
What he said to me, made me hate him for the rest of his existence.
"Do you hafta' go after me? I mean, you should know by now that no one will ever give a shit about you. Everyone runs, just when they're in a relationship, because you're shit."
I didn't cry, much to my amazement, I just stood at looked at my arm.
There were a few fingerprints there for a few days...
But after I hit the car's side mirror, I knew the second I got up that there was gonna be a nasty bruise.
That was... Last Friday, and the bruise is still there. I won't look at it, 'cause it'll make me beat the SHIT outta him. Maybe because he was partially right.
No one wants to stay with me, because I'm really...well, rude.
But, I'm trying to fix the relationship I'm in now.
When he said that, I knew that it was true... I am shit, but I can deal with that. Calling me a whore is different business.
Mmkay?

Then, the other day, someone called my fucking house, and called my mom a whore.
A WHORE.
For NO REASON AT ALL.
It was one of my mom's ex-boyfriend's girlfriend.
Psycho bitch.
Here's what went down. (I was already pissed because of that previous night.)

Me: Hello?
Her: Listen whore, you stay away from--!
Me: Who...is this?
Her: Well, who is /this/?
Me: You wanna' talk to my mom?
Her: Yes, yes I do.
Me: But you called her a whore.
Her: Well that's what she is.
Me: Oh hell no. Listen you fat cow, I suggest that you don't call this house again, and go find yourself a boyfriend that won't call his ex-girlfriends--much to my mother's distaste-- and get off your fat cow ass? Hmm. Now, let's see... The next fucking time you call my house, I'm gonna' have to call the cops. But most of all, I don't recommend you calling here again for your own safety...
Her: Is that a threat?!
Me: No, you psycho bitch, that's a promise to kick your ass.
Her: Well, uh-huh, you just try it.
Me: -Not caring.- Yeah, okay buh bye.
-Click.-

I'm so baddd.
xD