I realized something very important.

(I'm just going to list everything I did, because I don't care anymore)


I did the following:

1. Tell my good friend Grace that her boyfriend slept with a minor.

2. Post a picture of this girl Kristen in my drama class after we put make up on her. A month passed, with no complaints. Then all of a sudden a barrage of people upset with me start calling me an idiot and an asshole and tell me to take it off. I take it off, and people still call me an asshole and so forth. God, it's not like I was trying to be malicious about it.


People said I did the following:
1. Tell Grace that her boyfriend slept with a minor WHO WAS UGLY AND A WHOER@%@#@%#?!1

2. Make up and spread lies about AMBER YAN'S family and her relationship with them, and then for some reason, gloated about how emo she was. (Why I would do this, I have no idea, but then again, that's probably why people are mad at me?)

3. Talk shit behind all of my friends' backs.

4. Be malicious about that damn picture because I'm one insensitive kid.




So, I'm just going to DO ALL OF THE THINGS in the second part, so you all can have a valid reason for hating me. Why? Because I just don't care anymore. The kids who hate me barely even know me, and the kids who are still my friends well... are still my friends. So in closing, I'm glad people are smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol, and doing drugs because it's their fucking lives. Let people do what they want.

I HATE GOSSIP!!11



...


I originally actually wrote a lot of facetious comments about the forementioned events, but I felt too awful to write them, so if you want to hear them, let me know. I actually like these people, and it's a bummer to know they hate me for something I either didn't mean to offend with, or something I didn't even do in the first place.

So from now on, I don't care.

Listen, stop e-mailing me about this. I'll update soon, when Dasha gets back. I'm just gonna post all the letters we've written back and forth. God DAMN it! I hate being a published writer, fuck that. I'd rather have a gallery of photos at pier 39 in San Francisco like that goddamn guy who takes cliche photos of birds and the golden gate bridge.


WELL FUCK THAT!

indiegumby: u like sex
Estukaamiaftadai: omg who dosnt??//
indiegumby: serg
Estukaamiaftadai: lololol
indiegumby: i searched his entire computer for prons
indiegumby: no prons
Estukaamiaftadai: fukin fagt
indiegumby: ya i no

indiegumby: dude i was tring to leave a message to my girlfriend
indiegumby: in england
indiegumby: and the lady at the counter didnt get the joke
indiegumby: like i told her to tell her i'm calling at 3:11 in the morning
indiegumby: and that i miss her this late at night
indiegumby: and she was like
indiegumby: YEAH IM SURE SHE KNOWS WE'RE EIGHT HOURS AHEAD,
indiegumby: like im trying to tell her im aware of the time difference.
eightbitbreaks: lolsauce
indiegumby: sorry, i guess i only think its funny cause im an emo fag boyfriend

So slowly everyone is starting to hate me which is pretty lame, since I happen to like all of these people. What's confusing is that people are saying I'm spreading lies and shit like that, which I don't get, because I don't remember what I've said or even to who. I would get it if I insulted these people directly or indirectly, but honestly, I getting gossiped the hell out of.

It would be nice if someone at least talked STRAIGHT TO FUCKING ME about all of this. My sister told me that one such person sent a letter to my girlfriend involving her, which was pretty fucked if you ask me. Well FUCK THIS. If all of you didn't get it by now, REMEMBER THE LAST TIME YOU SPOKE TO ME IN PERSON. Gossip and drama sucks, and I hate having to be included in it after like an entire year of being happy as hell.

At least talk to me. The nicest and coolest people are ignoring me and angry at me because of what people are saying. Heeeeeeeeeeeey!



Oh well, I'm just going to wait it out and see what happens. I'll probably discover some more horrible things I've said from more and more people I don't even know about, which'll be great. Umm, when Ilya comes to Dasha's house in a couple weeks, that'll be great. At least I'll have two people not thinking I'm a complete asshat for a while.

P.S. short round next wednesday yea.

Wow, ever since I've had more energy and motivation to do things,
people start hating me. What I really don't like is when people say
they don't care what someone does, but they constantly talk about what
an asshole that person is. If you really don't fucking care, then just
drop it, or else you really do have a problem.



I'm just going to give up trying to say anything because that's just
going to lead to more drama, and you know what? Drama fucking sucks.
bye.

Dear Everyone (especially my best friend AND girlfriend Dasha):

I'm sorry for the way I've been acting lately. I'm over a lot of things, and I feel stronger and happier than ever. Blaise, Blakey, and new cool grilzzzz are curing me. Expect letters in the mail.


Cya!

-george

I bought a camera. If anyone wants to be photographed, let me know.

I think what's getting me so upset is that Dasha is so happy in England without me and I'm so miserable here without her. Things will change after a couple of days, I hope. But it's not like I want to be happy without her. Maybe I'm just bad with words now. Maybe always.

I wasn't joking about the three months thing though. I'm already packing.

HEY EVERYONE, I'M REALLY MAD AT DASHA RIGHT NOW, BUT HEY, WHAT CAN YOU DO? IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW I'VE DECIDED OUR RELATIONSHIP IS SO PHYSICAL IT'S BLINDING ME? WHY DO I MISS HER? I DON'T EVEN KNOW! HER COMPANIONSHIP MAYBE! SHE MAKES ME FEEL SO AWFUL EVERY TIME SHE TALKS TO ME FROM ENGLAND! I STILL HATE NOAH!

I'm really worried. Bye for about three months. I'm leaving again. Don't call.

no cya this time.

-george

Fuck, I hope I don't start smoking again. But for chrissakes, I was way more productive when I was. I was actually getting my life together. Sacrificing my lungs didn't seem that big back then, it doesn't right now after everything.















God DAMN it!

Why the FUCK am I awake at four in the morning?

Wait wait wait... someone just put it perfectly for me. I miss Dasha! I also miss being motivated!











WRITE ME A LETTER, SOMEONE, PLEASE!

Upcoming posts(my head is pounding right now):

1. Dasha miss, why hi sup!

2. The difference between men and women.

3. A similarity between mankind and animalkind.

I just got home a few hours ago. I was very dizzy. My cousins are over for a few weeks. You have no idea how much I missed my friends and my home. You have no idea how much I currently miss Dasha. Oh God. This is going to be a rough July.

Also, someone just informed me an old friend of mine, Jason, died in a car accident two days ago. I am very, very dizzy right now.

-george

WHO READS THIS???

I will only be updating through letters Dasha and I send each other, because I am sick of writing for YOU, the reader. No one even gives me any kind words anymore. Well, fuck you then!

I've started "the quiet american" by graham greene. makes me want to smoke opium. ha ha!









to people:
i miss you. i hate taiwan? im sorry everyone is so emo lately, including emo girls. well. well, i don't know. hey! let's go mini-golfing!

I am currently in a LanCafe in Taiwan. It's just awful. There are about a hundred Taiwanese asians in here. Oh god!

Anyway, I just wanted to tell everyone I'm inbetween okay and bad, with me thinking about Dasha every moment of the day and all. Well, all of my friends too. I really miss home, and the first thing I'm going to do is call every single one of them and tell them I love them.

Anyway, you're all faggots for reading this, and if you get a postcard in the mail it means I really like you. See you next Monday!

I'm not going to talk about my week because all it consisted of was hanging out with Dasha before she left for a month. All I want to say is that I took her mini-golfing yesterday because I at least want to stay that I took her someplace nice. Ha! We should've worn dresses and gowns and hats. Anyway, it hasn't really hit me that she's left, but I cried in my dream last night, and I'm sure tonight on the plane I will realize that I miss her terribly. Teresa is very jealous of us because we are fun and cute.

Teresa dictating on the phone for me:
"I'm going to Taiwan this week and I hate all my relatives. What do you think of your relatives? Do you like them? Do you just want my drunken monologue? Because I am still drinking. My friends keep picking up the phone and yelling things, but they don't really like me at all. I don't know what they're doing."

HERE IS THE END!

I miss you Dasha, and in the next couple of days I'm going to miss having you to hug and kiss and hang out with. I made up this cheesy pick up line the other day for her. "Are you from Colorado? 'Cause I'd Columbine us together". God, it's going to be a hard July.

Cya next week when I get back. Ha HA!

-george