Yeah, you who lives down the street from me. I'm sick of your shit. Get your life together. Get your shit together. I'm sick of letting you in and then your unfaltering and contiguous pattern of disappointing me. Get it fucking together. I'm about to just fucking move on. I have a fucking life. And I realize that may be a little harsh, but too bad. My blog, so fucking deal.
Either I was right in my ever-present doubts for not yet letting you completely in ('cause in actuality you really don't care just as I presumed) or I have completely overestimated you (once again) and our friendship- which you wanted (once again). Either way, I hate liars and have no room for them in my life- I don't need this shit nor need/have to put up with it. Do fucking better, this shit is getting old real quick.
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