you know you're a damn bitch for not being there whenever i need you to be.
you know i've lost my respect for you since... i cant even remember when.
you know you're not that cool at all, and you're superstitions are dumb.
you know you are ridiculously unreasonable that i dont need to talk to you.
you know i dont intend to talk to you about my problems at all cos you suck.
you know i have no plans to do anything about it, cos they are MY THINGS.
you know i thought i could go to you when anything like that happens. but nope.
you know i am VERY DISAPPOINTED that you dont know what you're talking about.

"i talk to you nicely, and you give me attitude."
what the shit?! you seriously think you're talking to me nicely like that?! what the freaking bitch. you barge out of the damn room and start demanding things to be done?! what the fuck. SERIOUSLY. you think that is called talking nicely?! that is freaking demanding. bitch. get your words right before you pms. thanks. by the way, you aint the only bitch that knows how to pms. i know too. and i can be 100times worse. THANKS.

thanks, you bitch.
live with it. you wanted me.
not my fault. i could just be dead.
or just not be born in this shit that you give.