fuck you.

so its the beginning of 2011 and im in bed listening to Jason Derulo, who i fucking hate.
and im eating chocolate and doritos, and trying to stay happy.
i hate new years. everyone end up alone, and unahppy, or totally drunk and fucked up.
wew, i hope they all get raped.
thats a terrible thing to wish on someone, but i'm feeling pretty bitter so i actually genuinely hope that all thse dickheads who think life is perfect get a harsh reminder that they're going to grow up and things aren't going to be as awesome as they are now.
rawrawraw. i think if all the people spending new years alone all got together and had one massive party it would be amazing.
maybe i'll do it someday.
throw an anti twenty twelve party. haha.
not even.
happy new years dickwads .
i hate you all.