this is my life. you were 'just visiting'.
this entry is dedicated to the exboyfriend who still 'secretly' reads anything i post on the internet or trys to 'keep tabs' on me in any way....
you don't need to know what the fuck is going on in my life.
you don't even know what the hell is really going on with me, you can only see bits & pieces.
go get a fucking life of your own.
maybe go back to fucking fat chicks.
or following your best friend around like a little lost puppy.
the two of you can go snort some more coke up your noses.
or drink yourself into an early grave.
i really don't care what you do...
as long as it doesn't involve snooping on me.
you know who you are...
and so do i...
CHRIS.
go fuck yourself.
you don't need to know what the fuck is going on in my life.
you don't even know what the hell is really going on with me, you can only see bits & pieces.
go get a fucking life of your own.
maybe go back to fucking fat chicks.
or following your best friend around like a little lost puppy.
the two of you can go snort some more coke up your noses.
or drink yourself into an early grave.
i really don't care what you do...
as long as it doesn't involve snooping on me.
you know who you are...
and so do i...
CHRIS.
go fuck yourself.