how dare you be so two faced, you fucking fat bitch. act like you give two shits, and that talk so much shit about me its like verbal diarrhea.
go shoot yourself, do the world a favour.
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you know im actually quite glad that i havent been ‘allowed’ to stay at your fucking pikey house, because that would mean that I would risk the decision as to whether hearing your sex noises which could only be compared to a constapated rhino was worse than the sound of your thighs clapping together in a failed attempt to be good at something (Y)
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i wish youd all die.
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