You’re the bounce in my steps after 4 hour sleep nights,
and I thank you.
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Lost. And found?
Distractions.
That was me hogging on Amanda’s phone till the battery went flat simply because I couldn’t stop talking to you and we’ve already killed the battery on my own phone.
That was also me not being able to concentrate on my Maths the whole night.
Spitface(s).
February 16, 2008, 9:45 pm
Filed under: pigs
Filed under: pigs
It is utterly disgusting how you used your friends when you needed them, how you spent every waking minute with them because you were lonely,
and how you are now throwing them aside and devoting all that is within you, to the man whom you used to belittle on your public blog.
It is also utterly disgusting, though somewhat humorous, to see that same man try to make you look like a prized possession to so many after he has told me long, detailed stories pertaining to your actual worth.
God forbid; I will never do such things in my life.
When will either of you realise that small boats should only compete in tiny ponds? Baby your sails are the size of the bubbles I fart.
When will either of you realise that in my eyes, and in the eyes of the ones that I may one day choose to tell everything to, your faces are stained with shitcoal? Too dirty to bleach to even one tenth the shade of my pubic hair.
God forbid; I will never do the things you’ve done.
Back for more?
My oh my, look who’s still calling multiple times a day/night even after his calls were ignored and rejected, and he was told to stop. And no, it wasn’t to talk about school either. *smirks. The last thing he’d want to talk about is school.
Trust me, you wouldn’t want to know the things he chose to talk about, or the things he asked, or the way he suggested I call when this and that.
I wouldn’t lie about these things, and besides, I wasn’t alone when his calls came in. The girls saw “**** Home” (oh I am so dodgy!!) on the screen when my phone rang. Afterwhich they saw me press the reject button, and then they saw more calls coming in from the same number. I even have someone to swear that he heard me tell the dude to fuck off and leave me alone.
Come here, girl.
How about you go take better care of your boyfriend, huh? I don’t want to hear him giving more excuses as to why he picked up your calls late or why he’s taking forever to get ready and meet you, when I have been on his other ear on his house phone for the past hour.
