i'm feeeling like how a fucked up bitch feels this very minute, and i hope it goes down by the time i finish typing this. seriously. so here i am, hollering into cyberspace ( which is almost equivalent to mysely =X) while listening to accidentally in love by counting crows. no, not helping at all. not a fucking bit.
come on. get a life. here's you asking me to enjoy myself a thousand and one times as if im not having enough fun, and on the other hand, you come to me almost exactly 24 hours later telling me how HEARTLESS i am that i am ignoring you. hey fuckshit man. i KNOW HOW TO enjoy myself and i DON'T NEED YOU TO ASK ME TO. think about it - retarded. yes, i am having fun, and you know who i'm having so much fun with. so does that make you happy? uh... no. then?
so don't give me the heartless bullcrap okay. you dont just pop out out of the blue and expect me to attend to you. i'd seriously suggest you consider hiring a mistress if you need that kind of service! im so fucking pissed off. and no points for guessing who did. yeah, you.
on another point of note. go and screw other girls. i don't even need to look into your life to tell that you're having fun. you seem like you're having even more fun than me, just through facebook. shit-ass. so, im not gonna be some loser and come telling you, 'just go and enjoy yourself' cos i think you probably ARE ALREADY. if that's gonna make you feel any better, by all means. it doesn't bother me, cos i know what i want. insecure jerk.
i hate your retarded, two-faced nonsense. like fuck off man.
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