‘She’s alright…but she’s not me so all arguments are invalid.’
Okay. Now, look, I really don’t know who you think you are or what title you may think you have, so I’m going to set it straight for you.
You are an ex, okay? Now, you had your chance…you fucked it over. You know you did tis why you confessed. You had him, right? And you played, cheated on, used…whatever, him, right? You admitted there was no love and the tears were fake. You admitted you just wanted control. You admitted you treated him, along with others, like shit. So why the fuck are you coming to that bullshit statement above and trying to act like you’re somebody special?
Bitch, no.
I suggest you steer clear and keep going on about your own business and stay out of his because you know what? I got the title now, and if asked by damn near everyone, I hold it well. Don’t you dare come into this thinking you still got rights and claims cause I’ll let you know straight up ‘get the fuck out of here.’ Don’t think you about to give him a hard time either cause, once again, ‘get the fuck out of here.’ You lost it, now get the hell on.
And don’t try making claims that you’re better than me either…yo ass will get handed to you however you like. All you have to do is say word. I didn’t want to see you in school because I knew shit was going to start, but dammit, I had to be with Paul. You could have ignored seeing me, you could have, but you want to go change Facebook statuses and texting him and shit, so yup, I’m kind of heated because you want to post the title of this blog and shit…had to be about me?
Alright.
I see how this is going. Oh, if you think I won’t speak on it in person, pay me a visit. In the meantime, stay on you own boyfriend’s dick and keep off mine.Thank you.
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