The Original Fake Audrey.

Suddenly I’m able to make peace with all the people who have caused me grieve these past three years. I’m closing these memories and doors quickly, in hoping for the great chance of closure with past “friends” and loves. My journal is the home of very dirty words and thoughts with nothing left out and when I have a pen and paper with my mind wide open I write some pretty interesting views on people that I will never talk to again. The very pretty populars who come off as strikingly beautiful and skinny with no one to compete with there advance in politics and bulimia. The meathead boys, who come off as handsome with the loophole of being insanely stupid. The regulars, who would do anything to become apart of the beautiful popular clique which they’ve only seen the outside of. They’d abandon old friends and lick people’s feet for a chance at being with these other people. Human nature? Of wanting to be the center of many and being able to let go of your own human dignity. Pathetic. So at this time I don’t really mind to be harsh and blunt with these statements I tell. So here I am about to take you in on my journal head on. Here you go:

After logging on my best friend’s computer and discovering my other “friends” pages on that obsessive site myspace I realize how much worse these people were out of school. The girls in my school created kiddy porn with a few exposing pictures of themselves with no shame to post bulletins to check them out. A strong urge to vomit came over me and suddenly I was more than happy to not have a profile any longer. Three slutty girls had created a slideshow of there slightly naked bodies dancing in a shower for the simply reason of….nothing. It must have been the head girl’s decision since she had gotten naked every chance she got. How could anyone ever take them seriously? It was just so typical of little girls wanting to grow up so fast. At times like these I am so glad we parted. So here I am with a very great idea….closing doors and finally getting my peace on what I exactly think of these three girls. Now I go….this is for each and every one of them.

To the girl that used to be my best friend in the 6^th grade. Its funny how when girls age some get wiser and learn best and on the other hand some just get trashier and become blank of any dignity or common sense. Years ago you wouldn’t dare say a curse word now you’re so openly an internet whore. Good luck getting turned down by the notorious meatheads that oh so get your attention. They’ll never seem interested despite the pounds shed, the status you have been awarded, the many changes that have make you fake.

Now to the girl who was two faces. Years ago I thought you actually had an inch of politeness in your body, and now that definitely highlights how blind I used to be. I wonder how you must feel after getting turned down by all those guys who chose your best friends over you. The ugliest guy in our class asking you out and you blinded to see how revenge got its toll since I was behind it all. Now your fling who is keeping you on rebound…good luck with losing your virginity at a whore party….wait that’s already happened. It’s what you get “friend” who as talked behind my back.

Now here is where I came to the biggest girl of them all, the one hated by all. Don’t know how you maintain friendships! Oh wait…..you don’t. The only friendship you seem to retain is the problematic class clown. It’s because you’ll probably end up together. Yes, you will be the happiest abusive couple the world as seen. J  Attention seems to be the only thing you swallow…oh yeah and male genitals. Oh yes you do get guys like former boyfriends who bought you to the dance for one reason only. He knew it was a package deal if he dated you he got your whole slut pack too.

I would like to thank these three ladies for bringing my trash talking to the next vulgar level and that comes from the bottom of that deep dark hole in my chest. <3

That was written in the dead of night, there is nothing better to do but make peace with past hatreds and shit talk when your sister as taken up the whole room to study for 16  hours straight then wonder why she is feeling a nervous break down coming. This summer I make peace with old people and write down my last thoughts on them. This summer as strangely become dedicated to closure and I wouldn’t ever say I’m wasting my time with that.