Fail #30: "Friends"

....dont get me wrong, i love all my friends, im very gratefull for all of you (particularly in the group).....but some days i really wonder....

"Why Should I Have To Put Up With This Crap?!?!?!"

Well, i was inspired to write this post in physics when i got pissed at emerson and wongy when they wouldnt rest until they got my pen and disconnected it. Oh, and this was after disconnecting all my pens in my pencil case first, EMERSON!!!
I was obviously in disagreement with what the two had in mind with my pen, oh and i blame you emerson for all of this cos it was really you who had this destruction in mind. In the end, matthew had joined forces with emerson who i'd successfully escaped any pen-snatching for a couple of minutes where emerson would try to steal it in consecutive attempts. Emerson finally got it and took the end off it and i was pissed, i threatened to stab him with the pen in his sleep and was very serious and i told them that while i laughed at the truth i was saying, but he still got it and i was pissed. Then Matthew decided to grab it after i thought peace was restored and he through it at/to emerson who grabbed it and disconnected it again. I wasn’t very happy at all and I moved from my seat next to them over to my old, cold and lonely chair without them….and it was much better over there than with those two annoying fags. Emerson had swing band at lunch so i was pleased I wouldn’t have to evade any attempts to make friends again or attempts at, further, infuriating me.
Not very happy with you two at that time boys….not very happy at all.

Then it went on after school, annie knows (don’t you annie) with joe, that bastardly (though very funny) Bitch-face-half-adopted-half-brother-bitch-face. Oh and my opening up to wongy about my fear of summer at school was a bad idea. I had confessed my fear of people pulling my leg hairs with my uniform exposing my legs thinking he would be comforting and a shoulder to cry on, but no, it was, according to my “friend” an invitation to take advantage of my fears and pull my oh-so-annoyingly-long leg hairs….what a bitch.

I would draw the line of being a friend when you intentionally go out of your way to be a bastard and annoy a friend when you know they don’t like it….they really don’t like it. Theres no harm in a bit of fun, but you have to know when to stop.

That’s my first official rant on playing the name-game on this blog, and hopefully it is the last one too.

Thankyou.