For the final time, That they are not worthy of any sort of trust from me.
Three, is a magic number, IS IT NOT? Three people, today, proved that my trust is too easily betrayed, so, as far as i'm concerned, They are dead to me. I will not be found talking to them unless under the point of an axe. People are disgusting, immoral pigs that prove, time and time again, I shouldn't even trust them with my friendship. They betray it, meddle in MY affairs, And show me that they don't value any sort of companionship with me. The topic of this journal is pure rage. Unrestrained, Complete rage. If it hasn't come across clear enough to you, It's about