Thursday, August 12, 2010.
CAPS.
7:26 PM

I think this post deserves to be typed in caps.

FUDGE YOU, BITCH. YOU THINK YOU CAN USE THE FUDGING ROOM JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT TO FUDGING STUDY? SO YOU CAN USE THE FAN ALL FOR YOURSELF LAH. FINE. FROM TODAY ONWARDS, IF YOU'RE AT HOME, I'LL NEVER, I REPEAT, NEVER, TO USE THE FAN EVAR AGAIN. YOU CAN USE IT ALL YOU WANT.

I ONLY HAVE ONE REQUEST: I NEVER, EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. I AM BORN TO HATE YOU, OR SO IT SEEMS. YOU HAVE CAUSED ME MUCH MISERY. REALLY. I TOTALLY DETEST YOU.

SO YOUR FUDGING MOM SAYS THAT I'M THE BULLY WHO TAKES EVERYTHING FOR HER OWN ENJOYMENT? ALRIGHT. I, IN ORDER TO NOT DO THAT, GAVE YOU SOME IDEAS. I HAVE ALREADY GAVE IN, YET ALL YOU DID WAS NOTHING. NO REPLY AT ALL. FUDGE YOU. GO FUDGE YOURSELF. REALLY. I TOLD YOU TO GET THE SMALL DESK, SO YOU CAN STUDY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM AND WE COULD SHARE THE FAN. YOU REFUSED. FINE BITCH, IT'S YOURS. FOREVER. IN EXCHANGE, YOU HAVE LOST YOUR SISTER. I SWEAR, SUMPAH, I WILL NEVER PERFORM ANY SISTERLY DUTIES EVAR AGAIN. NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOUR MOM REQUESTS ME TO TEACH YOU, I WILL NOT DO IT AGAIN. IN MY LIFE, I KNOW THAT MY SISTER HAS GONE WITH THE WIND. YOU ARE NOW, TRANSPARENT. I SEE NOTHING TALKING TO ME. HOKAY?!

ONLY BITCHES LIKE YOU DO SUCH LOWDOWN THINGS LIKE SMIRKING AT YOUR SO-CALLED 'VICTORY'. SMIRK ALL YOU WANT. I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYWAY.