You probably think I'm going to now rant on and on about people who really screwed me over. Truth is, I'm not. It's a waste of time, especially since they don't spend any spare time thinking about me or ranting about me (at least, I'm pretty sure).
Anyhow this post is not about backstabbing bitches...instead, I will discuss how amazing knives are.
I saw this thing on Pinterest once, it was a picture of this lady with a cake in front of her and she was saying: "Knives are so much cooler than guns. I mean, if I pull out a knife, you don't know if I'm going to stab you, or open a letter, or frost a cake. It's a mystery."
And I agree! Especially considering how very much I'd like to brutally stab a certain two people who are CLEARLY despicable human beings.
But oh, well!
Luckily for them, stabbing is counted as first-degree murder, and I wouldn't have a very good life if I murdered someone this early on. I should at least wait a few days, right?
Okay, so in case anyone in the psychiatry profession sees this, please know that I am NOT mentally unstable, I am simply...a wronged woman.
(Wow, that sounds so much better than an 'insane girl who wants to murder both her best friends'.)
