That Was... Crappy

Like I have said in my previous post, Eish..., Some people need to be vigorously beaten with a stick. 
Here's why.
We all know about suicide, it's unfortunately becoming more and more common every year. But what I don't understand is why people like to PRETEND that they are suicidal. Let me elaborate on that, here's a story for you:


My friends and I hang out in a group at break, we started off as 8 people in the group, and it slowly increased as new people arrived at the school. This year we have a grand total of 12 people in the group, and things have slowly started to fall apart since certain people arrived. 


My very good friend decided to confront these other people in the group about it, and she told them in a nice manner but she was very straight forward with them.
Well, the person being told off of course didn't take kindly to this, and burst into tears and ran off to the bathroom. I'm sorry but that just pisses me off, if you want everyone to treat you properly then you must act properly too.


Anyway the conversation went like this. (In the bathroom)


Her: My life is terrible, my life is terrible.
Us: Why? What's wrong? You just have to listen to us, we're not shouting at you, just calm (the f*ck) down.
Her: I'm..I'm.... (sniff) suicidal! *cries*
Us: WHAT??!!
Her: I've tried to kill myself four times. 
Us: How?
Her: I've cut myself.
Us:... Where?
Her: On my leg.
Us: How?
Her: Shaving.
Us: .............
Her: But I had the urge to do it again.
Us: Well don't do it again, talk to somebody, seriously its really messed up to cut yourself.
Her: I didn't mean to cut myself, I meant I had the urge to pick the scabs.
Us: (Oh my god, she's mental) .........
Her: I'm going to have a suicide attack!


And it carry's on and on and on..
Ok there's a couple of things wrong with this.


If you are really suicidal, you don't:

1. You don't have a suicide "attack".
2. You don't cut yourself on your leg.
3. You don't cut yourself SHAVING.
4. You don't get your knickers in a twist because you pick the scabs. *rolls eyes*

One word to summarize  this: Crap.

You really shouldn't do that, she's doing it for attention and everyone believes her.

Grrr... makes me vewi cross!

Ah well SMILE :) It's weekend.

WHOOOOOOOOO.

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Eish...

Before i start, i would like to add a P.S: (can you add a P.S at the beginning of something??) 

P.S here is the definition for Eish (aysh) - Used to express surprise, wonder, frustration or outrage: "Eish! That cut was sore!"

Should Have Seen It Coming

As I have been off school for a week with a life - threatening illness, ie. a cold, I have seven hundred and fifty thousand piles of work to catch up on. If i'd known it would have turned out like this i would have just gone to school and then died when i got home... tsk tsk.

Who Cares What They Think??

Some of my "friends" would like to start a blog (Hah!) but they're being all, "but gosh, what if no one reads or likes me?". Well then tough shit, that's what i say. I blog for the fun of it, if people happen to like it on the way then that's fantastic, other wise i couldn't care less. You could find more important things to get your knickers in a twist about i'm sure.

My point is, just blog for the sake of blogging, not for the sake of other tosspots who couldn't care less.

Ahem... Interesting

When i was talking to my uncle the other day, he said he found quite a interesting site. "What's the site?" You ask? Well, it is none other than www.seemyshit.com, that's right, see my shit. All i want to know is how in the name of Professor Snape's shoes did he come across that site? Perhaps by chance?

I have been called a lot of things, bitch, meanie etc. But in all my years of living have I never been called what I was called today, a slut. That's right, now let me just straighten something out, I do not have a boyfriend, I haven't had one since the middle of last year, and I am not a lesbian. Now could anyone tell me how THAT makes me a slut? I've barely spoken to a boy (That isn't repulsive or my best friend) these past few months, let alone done anything slutty. 

My conclusion: Some people need to be vigorously beaten with a stick.