Hmmm...I'm thinking no?
It ends here, Hannah.
I'm sick of this shit.
You claim your fucking innocent, and how you're so god damn mature when YOU called MY phone 12 thousand fucking times to question me on trying to talk to Kristine.
Then say I'm too scared to answer my phone...it's a cellphone Hannah, I'm sure I'll manage.
YOU started this up AGAIN.
Move on.
I won't call Kristine, I won't call you, and that's it.
Done, over, finished.
Find some new person to revolve your free time and cellphone minutes around, because you're jsut bored and you said it yourself.
Find someone else to blame your sadness and self-hatred on.
Hugs and kisses.
I'm sick of this shit.
You claim your fucking innocent, and how you're so god damn mature when YOU called MY phone 12 thousand fucking times to question me on trying to talk to Kristine.
Then say I'm too scared to answer my phone...it's a cellphone Hannah, I'm sure I'll manage.
YOU started this up AGAIN.
Move on.
I won't call Kristine, I won't call you, and that's it.
Done, over, finished.
Find some new person to revolve your free time and cellphone minutes around, because you're jsut bored and you said it yourself.
Find someone else to blame your sadness and self-hatred on.
Hugs and kisses.