you think u know me?
God, what the fuck?
you think you know me? you think you know how i'd treat him? and that im not right for him?
what in the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?
you didnt have to chill with us if you didnt god dam want to, and act like u have a stick up ur ass the whole time.
and you didnt have to sneak around my back and bitch at him on the phone about it after.
i was at jasons house for -5 HOURS-. jason and cam went for a smoke at least once, cam left the room at least 2 times, and even if not, you still could have asked to talk to me in the other room for a sec or ask for help getting drinks or something.
you think there is a problem with me, you think i'll act a certain way? you fucking tell it to my face, or if not on msn afterwards, i'd respect that. but giving him all this bullshit to deal with after we had another great night together?
so you think you know me??
*: i have -never- felt this way about anyone in my life.. did you know that?
*: i believed i'd live my life alone, i -never- dreamed this would happen and i'd meet someone as perfect and as right for me as him.. did you know that?
*: i would -never-, EVER, dream of hurting him, or doing ANYTHING within my power to hurt him.. did you know that?
you fucking think you're depressed? ms. anti-depressants? so you should know better then .anyone. to talk shit about other people to someone who matters -so much- to that person, behind there back, especially when you don't know
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about them.
who in the FUCK do you think you are.
you had absolutely =NO= right whatsoever to do what you did.
if I didn't promise him that i'd pretend i didn't hear this i would have fucking STORMED over to ur house at 1 last night and bitch slapped your ass IN PERSON
LIke you FUCKING deSERVE
god. You think you fucking know me?
think again mother fucker.
you think you know me? you think you know how i'd treat him? and that im not right for him?
what in the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?
you didnt have to chill with us if you didnt god dam want to, and act like u have a stick up ur ass the whole time.
and you didnt have to sneak around my back and bitch at him on the phone about it after.
i was at jasons house for -5 HOURS-. jason and cam went for a smoke at least once, cam left the room at least 2 times, and even if not, you still could have asked to talk to me in the other room for a sec or ask for help getting drinks or something.
you think there is a problem with me, you think i'll act a certain way? you fucking tell it to my face, or if not on msn afterwards, i'd respect that. but giving him all this bullshit to deal with after we had another great night together?
so you think you know me??
*: i have -never- felt this way about anyone in my life.. did you know that?
*: i believed i'd live my life alone, i -never- dreamed this would happen and i'd meet someone as perfect and as right for me as him.. did you know that?
*: i would -never-, EVER, dream of hurting him, or doing ANYTHING within my power to hurt him.. did you know that?
you fucking think you're depressed? ms. anti-depressants? so you should know better then .anyone. to talk shit about other people to someone who matters -so much- to that person, behind there back, especially when you don't know
SSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
about them.
who in the FUCK do you think you are.
you had absolutely =NO= right whatsoever to do what you did.
if I didn't promise him that i'd pretend i didn't hear this i would have fucking STORMED over to ur house at 1 last night and bitch slapped your ass IN PERSON
LIke you FUCKING deSERVE
god. You think you fucking know me?
think again mother fucker.