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Photo Post Wed, May. 23, 2012 18 notes

You yell at me for doing something, then the next day you do it… duh bitch…. duh

You yell at me for doing something, then the next day you do it… duh bitch…. duh




Photo Post Wed, May. 23, 2012 9 notes

I don’t hate you because you’re beautiful, I hate you because you’re a bitch!

I don’t hate you because you’re beautiful, I hate you because you’re a bitch!




Photo Post Tue, May. 22, 2012 21 notes

When the bitch you hate walks over in the middle of your conversation…. 

When the bitch you hate walks over in the middle of your conversation…. 




Dear Bitches

Cut the fucking shit. Are you reading this? I certainly hope so. I hope you both know you’re fucking scum. Why don’t you discuss that at lunch? Or better yet why don’t you discuss the dumb shit YOU do.

Like hooking yup with an 18 year old, giving him a blow job and lying to your “best friend” about it.

Or even smoking salt in your friends attic - pretty sure I didn’t force you to do that

How about that time you made a fake facebook account! And you made me walk halfway down the road so I couldn’t hear it.

Why don’t you talk about all the shit you used to say about each other

Why don’t you tell her about how you think she’s controlling?

Tell her about the stuff we were plotting to do to her….

Tell her about all the times you lied straight to her face and told me about it later

Go ahead and tell her how you don’t really have an alcohol problem, you just have an attention problem

Tell her you weren’t really drunk that night I went out of my mind and your boyfriend had to come get me

Tell her about the time we sat in that silver piece of shit car and talked about how no one really likes her. 

Tell her about the time we were at mindful and you had to go outside because you were “so fucking sick” of her acting like a whore

Tell her about me. Tell her. Tell her all the good times you had HATING HER WITH ME.

You can say all you want about me. You can make fun of me my life my friends, but in the end, is writing a blog, staying in a committed relationship without thinking about some other guys dick every five minutes, and being mental as fuck beats all the shit you did and in the end you will only have each other and that’s the way you will die. With one person at your funeral. And however lives longer. You get nothing.

Fix your shit bitch and stop trying to blame your fucking life on me you scum sucking cunt.

p.s. your third is only friends with you so you don’t steal her boyfriend, and I think you know by know they tell me everything you say…. hahaha

I will ALWAYS be better than your SAD SORRY ASS





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