May 2010
I'm too
proud for you.
MORON.
You infiltrated me with every word that you said. Perplex, I assumed, like a fool, to be tangible and surreal just for a slight moment though. I’m aware you had intentions but I miserably toiled them with my real feeling and in anguish you tried to retaliate and throw me down on the ground in anger, so to speak. Pointing the finger at me, you denounced your contribution to the problem and...
UPDATE
i hate how you act like i dont exist when im sitting right there! i know your trying to keep it a secret but you could say hello. you ignore me but then go and flirt with your gf’s friend right in my frace and in front of everyone? this doesnt make sence. whats the point of ignoring my presene to keep people from knowing about us and then go and flirt in front of everyyyyone with her friend...
