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... That Andy should stop trying to seek vengance and ruin my life. Geez. I think it’s kind of funny, cause he has no real reason to do it, but he’s trying anyway, and well, I personally think it’s childish and immature.

I’m not saying it’s just Andy. My dad really really want to put a restraining order on the kid. I just roll my eyes and tell dad to shut up and grow up. At least dad knows when to quit.

But anyways, Andy I really think that you should seriously just stop with the revenge stunt you’re trying to pull, and grow up and get a freakin’ life, because I KNOW you have better things to do that just sit and plot evil plans and shit. It’s pointless.

Besides, you can’t ruin my life than you already have before. Cause since you’ve done it so often in the past, I’m used to it, and there’s nothing YOU can do about it expect be a MAN for a change and WALK AWAY. Last I heard you were freakin’ 16 years old, not 2. God.

Anyways, get outta my life, stay the hell away from it, and quit trying to act like a little toddler when you know you’re a grown man… at least, I think you’re a grown man rolls eyes. I may not be so sure. Oh yea, and stop being so fucking immature enough to be plotting ways of vengence. You say you’re “going to take me down with you” But I’m not bringing you down anywhere. The only thing I can think of that’s being brought down is your reputation, and THAT’S only because I blog about all the immature and stupid stuff you do that pisses me off and/or hurts my feelings. So there.

Harrassment my ass: this isn’t harrasment. It’s called a fucking opinion. MY fucking opinion. So bite me.

Actually, to be truely honest, your actions, Andy, could definitley be classified as “harrasment” seeing as how you’re intending to fuck up my life. I could easily get you in trouble for this…

... But I’m giving you a small chance. But consider this a warning: if you pull anymore stunts out of the sake of revenge, you’re going to have a cop come to your door, cause frankly I’m sick and tired of your bullshit.

It’s official…

Ialmostdied22202: Sorry, You prolly wont have to worry about me, or my problems again. Stick with Brian, he can get mad but he is a good kid. Block me if you want to, I just really wanted to say thank you. You have helped me out a whole lot, I never really acutlly got to say thank you Regina Baker. Thank you
Ialmostdied22202: Ill take it from here

Andy Soroka signed off after saying that. So that’s it. It’s over. He’s going his way, and I’m going mine. We aren’t friends anymore. And it seems like there’s a new beginning.

It’s over. And then again it’s just the beginning for both of us. I just hope he doesn’t do anything to hurt himself.

This is eerie, but everytime I look at the clock, I always see 9:11. Everytime. It’s fucked up. It started happeneing after the WTC too.

Just thought you should know, cause it’s creepy.

Okay, our good friend Steve has brought up a point about people talking about other people and stuff. Here’s my response (origionally it was going to be a comment, but I decided it was too long and I should turn it into a blog entry.);

Wow Steve…

You have a bunch of good points here.

Okay, mind if I add my two cents?

This generation is more or less focused on gossip/rumors and that crap. I don’t know if they learned from parents, or from movies, but once some people start, other people copy. And stuff like this spread all over. So the only people that could possibly be telling the truth about something would be the person that the rumors are about, and the one who was a witness. But I think that yes, we should all just STOP and think about what we’re doing. Even me. I picked up the habit of gossiping about a year ago. I’m going to try cutting down.

Also another reason people talk shit about other people is cause they’re angry. They want to hurt the other person as bad as they got hurt themselves. Sorta like vengance with words. Almost everyone I know does it. And normally once someone has vented their anger, they calm down and eventually stop.

But like I said before, this is an eye opener. And now I’m going to try and stop my bad habits… thanks for the insight Steve.

... and still do.

According to this, not being able to forgive is horrible.

Okay. Give me one good reason why I should forgive him, and I will.

taps foot impatiently

That’s what I thought.

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Yes, I admit I’ve made mistakes. I’ve made many mistakes.

But you know, if I made a small mistake, people will forgive me. What happened was more than a mistake.

What happened was so big that my life, it was terrible. I guess you could say my life was hell. I was like this for six months. Going through the same torture every day for most of all the school year.

Oh I guess I shouldn’t be trying to explain. You wouldn’t understand anyway.

Or maybe you’re so blind in your biased belifs over your son, you wouldn’t believe what I have to say either.

What’s funny/sad is, everyone, including you think that I’m some monster just because I stood up for myself when none of you people would stand up for me as a friend helping another friend.

I wonder what that means?

I shouldn’t be saying that. I have made amends with some. One of my better friends actually understands, and he apologized to me. He cares. And I’m very grateful for that.

I’m afraid I can’t say the same for the rest of you.

Yesseree folks, SCHOOL’S OUT YES Me and my class are in the transferring stage from Sophmore to JUNIORS.

And while I’m all excited that I got the hardest year behind me, I stop and start looking ahead.

damn it!

What happened to my life? I only have two more years until I’m cast out into the real world. What will becoming of me then? Will I be able to go to college? Will I have the money to get in? Do I have what it takes to get in? And which college would I go to?

Will I be able to accomplish my dream? Do I have what it takes to go that far? Do I have those kinds of skills? And what would happen to me if I wasn’t good enough? What would I do then?

What’s going to happen between me and my friends when that day comes?

All these things I think about. And I still have to start planning ahead.

But…

I guess… that maybe, me and my friends will stay together. Like in touch via phone/email… I don’t know. Cause you people are the greatest, I would die if I lost any of you in any way, shape, or form. And I don’t know if you all would want to all stay friends when we graduate. Cause we’re all going seperate ways;

Me; I want there to be a day when my parents turn on the tv, and watch me win the gold medal for the soccer championship in the Olympics. I love soccer; it’s my life.

Steve; Steve definitley wants to be in the marine corp. He wants to be fighting on the battlefield, and be a hero.

Kasedy; Kasedy told me she wants to live up to her grandafther’s name and become a marine, just like him.

Brian H.; I have no idea what he wants to do… wait, I remember now. He told me a while ago that he wanted to be in the Secret Service/FBI or something like that.

Andy; Even though right now I’m not his friend I beileve I know what Andy wants to be, I’m not sure. I think he said at one point that he wanted to be a photographer.

See? We’re all definitely going different ways. Except Steve and Eddy, but it’s highly doubtful that they’ll end up in the same Infantry. Gook luck trying.

That’s one of my fears (besides my lilapsophobia); that when that one day comes, all my friends will leave and forget that we were friends and I’ll never hear from them again. It gets more personal than that, but I will say no more.

But there you have it. Gina is going to die at an early age. Why? She’ll get a heart attack from worrying too much.

Yes I’ve calmed down. I’m over the lying thing, but the other thing (which I will not say right now) I’m still mad about. I’ve calmed down and have been thinking of the past six months and seeing how everything fit it. And believe me, looking at it, it all does fit in.

See, when my mother explained to me what was going on, I thought, it’s serious? But then I’m looking back, and I realize it does fit in. Every single puzzle piece. And the ironic thing is, I didn’t know what was going on around me, but I did know. I knew everything that was happeneing. My heart knew everything that Andy was doing, everything. But my mind haven’t a clue. My mother told me I should trust my instincts; I have good judgement. She also told me that it was a good thing Andy was caught when he was or I would of probably been worse off.

I asked my mom a ton of differnet questions, but I’m not going to tell you what she told me out of respect.

As for Andy; I haven’t heard anything from him except “I’m sorry, but you would of done the same thing too.” (bull-fucking-shit), and “I’m going to let you cool down before I try to be friends with you again.”

Well I have been thinking about the matter of friendship too, and I’m come to a decision. I don’t know if he’ll understand, but people don’t do what he did to me without paying the price, and I’ve decided (with much thinking) that I’m not going to back to be friends with him. I refuse to be treated that way by a friend, and I’ve already made the mistake of giving people second chances.

See, about a couple years ago, I was pushed around by my “friends” easily. I would do things for them, I would do anything for them. I would let them put me down and hurt me. All becuase I was thier friend. My friendship and trusting were taken advantage of and abused. Then one day, I finally stood up for myself. Ever since then I have slowly been getting people to understand that I deserve respect. Kasedy knows, Steven knows, Tracy knows. But they found out the easy way. Unfortunatly, Andy found out the hard way that I want respect, and he isn’t getting another chance. I refuse to be treated like that, and I refuse to let it happen again. I’m sorry Andy, but you just don’t deserve my friendship if you are going to abuse it (whether is be consciously or sub-conciously).