I don't like her sometimes. I feel like she's backstabbing me or something. Sometimes. I hate her on other days. Who the fuck do you think you are? You're not perfect. In fact, beside me, you look like a fucking cheap ass ho. Thats all
These are post scripts from my life. I 'write' them down as I remember them. Someday, one day, I'll read through my own blog, maybe I'll learn a thing or two from my own experiences by then.
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