One.

No matter how far I run, it's still on my back. The monster you and I formed, despite all my efforts to stay away... it appeared, it existed, and now you left me to deal with it.

Two.

Now it's growing bigger, stronger. I can run all I like, but it chases me just as fast. I've confronted it. I've changed it. Something bearable for me, but it'll be so much uglier for you.

Three.

Now it's my friend, but it's such a hideous friendship. We'll stab each other in the back before long, but I have better plans for it. Maybe you can see my strength, and I can oh-so-subtly pass it on.

Four.

You see me, I see you. You're just as shocked as I am because of what I've become. Finally, I rip my little friend from my back and pass it on to you.

Five.

Snap.

There, you got back your goddamned mess. I'm out of here.

The game blew. Well, not the game itself, but as a spectator surrounded by people, I can officially say that people... well... SUCK.

Luckily Douchebag #3, aka ex of hell, didn't show up. But Douchebag #1 and #2 showed up. Now, normally I wouldn't have a problem with #1, if he didn't blow me off without so much of a by-your-leave.

Ugh.

And then #2 speaks to me and smirks, which scares the SHIT out of me providing what he has done in the past. So finally, I walk over to my best friend's house, because for some reason I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. Kill me, please. We talked, I discovered something shocking. It was pretty much a sucky night. If Douchebag #3 showed up, I probably would have gone on a rampaging killing spree. You walk in front of me? You say hi to my pretty, new shotgun.

Works for me.

The dance was great though. Grinding with girls? Getting your date out of his paranoid bubble? Kicking random people? That's my idea of a fun night. Of course, it helps I was pumped up on dragonfruit and XXX vitamin water, but ya know. Small obsessions like that tend to save me. And my dress was HOT. Especially with my new haircut? Go me. Jen and Will, you rocketh my socks off.

Even though my friend scared us all when she got a stomach problem (again) that she suffered last year. Had to go to the hospital. But this year? Oh, she's faking. Just to be a drama bitch.

But I digress. It was a fun enough night without it.

I found a new band today. I'm gonna blast it until my mom starts to show signs of insanity. (more than usual)

Not looking forward to Friday.

Well, I am. There's something terribly amusing about seeing your ex's eyes pop out due to your new do, and then him being shot down twice in one night. He deserves it. He's a hypocrite, a liar, and a fraud and I despise him to every inch of my soul, but I simply just don't want to see him.

But then again, I can probably find some inspiration there... and I'll write a story about my hatred and pray to GOD it works. So I can live my life without having my blood boil every five seconds.

One of these days, I'm gonna run out of blood. But I'm not looking forward to the same sap I get every single time I talk to him

"All my best times were with you. I'll do anything to get your trust. You can insult me all you want. I can't look at him in the eye anymore..."

Nothing to see here, people. Move on.

"Did he fucking leave it! He just fucked me over! Well, that's different. You didn't stab me in the back."

SOMEONE call the fucking wambulance, this kid's dying of bitchery and whinefests.

"I don't expect you to come back to me, I don't expect you to be friends with me, I don't expect you to drop this whole thing..."

Liar, at 12 o clock. Fire when ready. BAM! Goddamn it, I missed the target. One more time, men!

"I really care about you, and I thought you wanted to talk to me..."

Rather talk with a brick wall. Or a tadpole. Tadpoles have your brain capacity, true, but at least they're cute.

"I never abused you..."

Just STOP! Oh my God, you SUCK! Either throw yourself out a window, or grow up. STOP! No, stop talking! Oh JEEZ! I fucking quit.