Stomach full of anger

I can't even begin to describe what has transpired over the last few months... I really need to be better about writing stuff down. I need to keep a better journal, not that I would ever forget these experiences. Maybe I shouldn't write them down, some things are better off forgotten.

However, right now I have a stomach full of anger and a revenge that must eventually be satisfied.

Skipping past the show, and what an ass KB made of himself for the final time (we are really really over now) and the new Boyfriend - CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!! I will come back to this at a later point in time. Let's get on to the new bullshit about B.

It has been 8 months since what happened, happened. EIGHT FUCKING MONTHS. I'm over it, we should all be over it. I learned a hell of a lot about people, but more importantly, I've learned not to trust certain people.

I have no secrets. This is a fact. Obviously, I don't since I tend to post very intimate details about my life on this blog. There are always at least three people in the world who know every detail about me at all times. And all the bullshit that went down between B and me, you bet I told the people who really mattered what happened when it happened.

Coach, Jo and Lo were there for the whole story. They know every single fucking extricating detail gone over and over again.

I get a call from Coach, and it's three people talking. More to the point, it's B going over the details (from his point of view) of what happened eight months ago. He mixes his truths with all these fucking lies. Saying things about my friends that aren't true, saying things about me that aren't true. And more importantly, staying things he didn't say to make himself appear like the innocent party, the good guy at the heart of the story. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? Can't you just let it go by now? How fucking long ago was that. Do you know how much I've gone through since then. Do you know how good things are now? Why the hell do you want to bring up old trash that is a fucking lie.

If there is one thing I hate most in the world. It's a lying son of a bitch.

I hate the C-word but if anyone deserves that adjective, it's him. And I would spit that word in his face.