Monday 30 August 2010

Personal Vent



No I'm not in love with you, you conceited douchbag. Who the fuck do you think you are, like seriously? TALK TO ME next time, you actual retard. Literally go die. Remind me never even to look at you again, in case you get the wrong idea. And, I don't remember saying any of that shit to you, so please, PLEASE don't start making shit up. I'm probably not even that angry, I just need some drama in my life. And for the record, that night you pulled me over and asked me to talk, SO fuck you. Saying all this I hope you don't read it.

Anyways, keep my name off your lips your arrogant arsehole.


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