Jan 10, 2006 23:58
Dear kelly clarkson,
You still ain't called or wrote. You really do hate me. I waited in the blistering cold for you last night. Remember when we meet in Denver, you said if I called u would call me back. Sometimes I lay in my bed and hump my blankets becasue they smell like cum and rthats how I wnat u to smell. ah piss I'm drunk. I love u we shoulda been together. When u dream I hope u think about and u cant live without me. Hey Kelly I stabbed my best female friends in the back for you so we could be together.
I think about how I use to be a ghetto piece of trash and then I heard u. Now all I want to do is be preppy and rock sweet abercrombie and fitch shit. If u feel like I feel u want to stab every gay person youve ever meet. I just want to suck ur tits and eat the puss. You dont even have to kiss me, I jsuyt want to live out my fantasy.