Fuck you. fuck you and you and you. really. ARGGGGGGGGGH! I’m so mad now. fuck pleasantries and trying to be polite lah; i’m bloody pissed. You think you can use me that way? I will never be your stepping stone. you danced circles around me. fuck you for all you’ve done. stop talking to me from now on; you aren’t worth my breath. you are a bitch. full stop. no explanation needed, no excuse or long justifications. you are as messed up as I am. I hope you end up broken by the end of it.
FUCK. I thought you were different.
Obviously, today didn’t pan out the way i wanted it to. so don’t fucking ask me how urbanscapes was ‘cause my reply will be something along the lines of “I hope you die”.
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