stfu.

yeah, shut the fuck up. i know, i never say the f word ya ya ya. yeah, this is one time where i do need to say it. what the freak do you think you're doing? trying to get me to get jealous? yeah, bitch, i don't think it's working. i don't need you to hang around me because you feel sorry for me, cuhs there's nothing to be sorry about for me. you think you know everything about me? is that why you're actually like this? i bet you're just gonna use it as an excuse. i've had enough of this bullshit. don't think i don't know what you're doing. flirting with him? i don't give a fuck. it's not even that. it's all the other things you've done. all the times you tried to take my things. yeah, my things. notice my? that means it's mine. i may sound like a bitch, but it's the truth. blogging is when you're relieve yourself and that's what i'm doing. if you don't like what i write, don't read. i've put up with this for too long now. it's time to stop it. maybe it's just cuhs i don't know how to tell you. maybe it's cuhs im scared of what will happen. maybe i just don't know what to do. maybe i'll just move on. it's the grown up thing to do. and that's what i'm going to do. people say people change for the better, but you know what, you've changed for the worst. actually, maybe you've been worst, but i just didn't see it until now.