Change

Change is depressing. I don't want things to change. I want to see my close friends regularly. I don't want to change schools. I don't want to see new faces. I don't want to have to deal with new bullshit. I want to die. I hate change. I don't want things to change. I want things to stay the same.
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Armani

Relationships..................... SMDH

Ok. Shit went DOWN tonight. Louis Vuitton, Versace, and I went to a football game and it went down.
First, some background information.
Louis Vuitton is dating Daisy. A while back, she kind of liked Mound. But Mound is a player who treats girls terribly and I hate him. She is now in a semi-happy relationship with Daisy and does not like Mound at all.
Versace was dating Albino. It was an unhappy relationship. He did not treat her right, so she cheated on him with Tiger. They broke up and Versace went and got fingered by Tiger.
So a few nights ago, Louis Vuitton and Versace were spending the night together and Albino and Mound called them. Calling them sluts and whores. LV told them to "go to Hell". Tonight, Jeep (who also previously talked to Versace) texted Versace that he heard that LV and Daisy were having troubles and LV wanted to break up and Daisy wouldn't let her. So, Versace and LV texted Mound and Albino to see if they told Jeep. They denied and told them to "stop accusing them of stuff". Ugh. I hate to go to school with these bitches next year. Fuck this shit. I'm done. I hate this drama. Fuck school. I hate school. I hate drama. I hate hoes. I hate relationships.
Whatthefuckever,
Armani

Questions for Louis Vuitton

Do you love me? Do you care about my feelings? Do you know how much you sometimes hurt Versace and I? Why are you so in love with Daisy? Ugh Daisy and Louis Vuitton. Y'all are such an annoying couple. What does she see in you Daisy? I act like I now approve of your relationship ONLY for the sake of our friendship, Louis Vuitton. Will I be there for you later Louis Vuitton? Maybe. But were you there for me?
Yours,
Armani

Questions for Versace

Oh Versace,
Do you hate me? Do I annoy you? Do you want me to die even though I am ALWAYS there for you? Or do you love me? Am I your best friend? Am I always there for you? I am always right.
Questions for you, Versace,
Armani

Bipolarity at its Finest

Behind the façade of an average teenage boy, there lies a monster. The monster is bipolar disorder. Bipolar disorder is constantly waiting for just the right moment to strike, and when it does, it strikes hard. Sometimes, bipolar disorder drives me wild. It makes me do things I never would do. During this high, I have racing thoughts and sleep much less. I am more outgoing and talkative than my normal self. Some of these things might not seem that bad, but rather good. But along with these good-feeling highs, there comes uncontrollability. I lash out on people. I throw things; I break things. I scare the shit out of the people around me. I turn into a monster behind these Armani shades. I hate it. I hate it. And along with these intense high, I also have low lows. Triggers. Triggers. Triggers. Not being able to see my friends, arguments, stress, abandonment, shame. These are triggers. Triggers. They trigger the serotonin levels in my head to shoot way down. I want to die. I want to kill myself. I feel worthless, abandoned. I suffer. I suffer. Thanks bipolar disorder, my lifelong "companion".
Thanks a lot,
Armani

Mischievousness across the Atlantic

Dear Target:
I hope you would understand why I would never tell you about this, for you would get hurt. But I was alerted by Range Rover that while they were in Spain, your formerly beloved Camper revealed his affections for her. He told her that he looked to you of more as a best friend. I know you gave him head a few times. What is in the past is the past. I know you are happy with Redbone now.
PS- Range Rover did not know that you were in a relationship at the time
Much love,
Armani

My Love for the Songstress

My beloved Songstress:
I will never be able to express my feelings of love for you. You are the most beautiful girl in the world (besides Beyoncé, sorry). Your voice, your locks of golden hair, are perfect. I will never be able to express my love to you. Your sexy ass, your hypnotizing hips, your beautiful voice. Be we will never be. So I guess I will just be stuck here. In the most dreaded "Friend Zone".
With much love:
Armani