Notes:
Jun 7th 2010

FUCKER

That ain’t even me mad, you motherfucking bitch. It’s AIM, that’s weak shit. Fuck, if I see you in real life, you know that shit’s about to go down. FUCK YOU. I HATE YOU. Why did I trust you? WHY AM I SO STUPID. FUCKER. Go fuck your brother, you fucking bitch.

Sorry for the vulgar. But words can’t even explain what I’m feeling right now.