Living with disgust

Dear Peri,
I love you! You are full of wise things.
You're amazing,
Love Wry.

Hullo girlies. Today was uneventful. Literally.
Oh...my mom's getting married.

Help me get through this without killing myself.
Strength and love to all of you.

Section of A(sshole):
I'm just a cunt for complaining. But...this guy is pulling I'm a douche like no one else. I mean. He should be dressed head to toe in Ed Hardy gear with a Van Dutch fitted cap and bling. He might as well be Colin Ferrel. Sexy, but about at appealing as a big pile of elephant shit.
Really. You have to wonder A, why you're doing it? I'm sure you're mad about these little blurbs about you, but no matter the space I give you, or the outs I give you, You will continue to be unhappy. Seriously dude, wtf. Who do you think you are? The world doesn't revolve around you. Try, for a second to look at the world where other people exist and have feelings. You're suck a fucker sometimes.
AND FUCK. If you don't want to play uncharted with me, that's FINE, just say so instead of signing off after you've told me you would play.

One day you'll get sick enough of this to just move on with your life and stop trying to have control over mine. My mom did it. And you can too. Really, at this point I'm so sick of being treated like vomit by you that if you were to die today I'd say 'wow that sucks' and go back to my life.
If you're not happy with how angry I am, then stop making me angry you dummy. Stop trying to have the upper hand in everything! Stop being a little cum dumpster. God!
Its hard to be nice to someone who keeps saying mean things about you, I know. But maybe if you didn't act like such a dick all the time I'd have something nice to say. Maybe if you hadn't gone looking for this blog you wouldn't be so unhappy. Maybe we'd still be together, maybe you'd be fucking happy. But I don't give a shit about maybe anymore. Cuz maybe got me attached to you.
Stop being an asshole.

Kisses.