Friday, May 6, 2011

Get Out. Of. My. Plans.

Dear Unfriend,

I am sick and tired of your constant "woe-is-me," I'm-going-to-come-to-your-plans-too whinemongering. Shut up. Shut up about me, shut up about your own sorry-ass self. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

I am so tired of your shit. You wonder why I hate you so much, why I am a " TOTAL BITCH to EVERYONE that tries to befriend SOMEONE" and think that "obviously, if you would have matured, we wouldn´t be having this conversation."

I am through with your fucking assholery. Kiss my ass.

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