At this very moment,
I hate you.
Not you of course.
I mean 'you'.
Thank you, 'you'.
You messed around.
And now I know why.
I pity 'you' so much.
I know right.
It must be hard for 'you' to deal with yourself.
I mean just look at yourself.
Doing foolish stuff to attract boys,
so that they can cuddle 'you'.
How cool is that.
Me loikke. :)
You make me PUKE, BIATCH!
wow. now that is what I called relieved. :)
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