Trading In My Talents By The Mouthful
Seriously, go fuck yourself. I told you to get acquainted with your hand and I fucking meant it. I don't care what anyone thinks of me, a long as you aren't my friend. But you ARE my friend, or at least I thought you were. I would think out of anyone, YOU of all people would know me better and respect me more. But I guess not. I guess you are just a guy. And furthermore, I don't care if you do think I'm a whore beacuse I think you know I'm not. In fact, I KNOW you know I'm not. And just so you fucking know, I will not stop wearing short skirts and whore shoes. Or posting pictures of myself in a bra on myspace. Because fuck off. I am a woman. I am pretty and intelligent and funny and worth way more than my weight in salt and your fucking booty texts. So seriously, go fuck youself because I am not here to do it for you.