Tag Archive: Freckles



I know I can’t just immediately expect things to improve but, with some aspects of my life, I’m beginning to think they never will. My friends will continue to keep me out of their lives, thus causing me, in some cases, to keep them out of mine; it seems as though my father will always act as though he can control me without regard for how I feel about the subject; Freckles will never apologise for anything he’s done against me because it’s never his fault; and there’s more but I don’t want to go into detail. I don’t feel like it.
Today, I got home from rehearsal and fell asleep on my sister’s bed. I felt better after that nap but I’m still a little cold and tired. I don’t feel like eating either but it probably won’t be long before I’m called downstairs for dinner.
I should be revising for my Biology exam tomorrow but I’m too lazy. I just want to sleep…

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Wanna Play A Game?


Walking to school this morning with Beckie and Freckles wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. That may have been because I thought, by the end of it, one of us was going to be in agony – and it wouldn’t be me.
Consequently, it was me who ended up in agony. But not in the same way I first meant it. No, I had to endure mental torment because Freckles called me the fabled nickname I have unwillingly and begrudgingly adopted since I had my hair cut short.
So, in response to me calling him “Freckles”, Freckles called me by that name. Little does he fucking know, I’m tormented on a regular basis by that fucking name and don’t exactly fucking appreciate being called it. Is he tormented on a daily fucking basis by “Freckles”? No. I don’t think so.
Freckles, just because you’re so insecure that you still can’t let your girlfriend (or probably anybody around you) have an inside joke, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me.
If I have the brain and gene pattern typically found in psychopaths, you’d better fucking watch out, darlin’.


From here on, “Oppa” will now be referred to as “Freckles” because he has deeply pissed me off, making me glad I broke up with him and regret giving him that second chance.