Aug 24, 2005 15:20
... I want you... to go... f*ck yourself.
No, not you. you. *points*
I should just leave and never speak to you again.
That might do me well.
Better than the shite you put me through.
Stay the f*ck away from me, got it?
I know I won't stay mad forever.
But right about now, it seems that way.
So take your upper hand and your condecending comments...
And blow them out your arse.
Because I'm sick of you.
not mine