And Get A Life. (a long, angry ramble)

First off,

i'd like to point out that you obviously don't know a single thing,

about what is going on in my life.

If you're that big of a rumor driven,

drama whoring,

lifeless dildo,

to assume you know what is going on with me,

or my relationships with anyone ever.

Who are you to talk shit on anyone?

I can tell you're a fucking ugly person on the inside.

Oh, you must obviously have the eye for "beauty" right?

You have your eyes.

So go jerk off or flick your bean to bullshit "beautiful" human specimens.

Beauty,

my friend,

is perception.

You're a critic.

Why don't you use your talent for talking shit and picking apart on yourself.

Take what i can get?

Why would i want some shallow fucking biased opinioned,

close minded,

brainwashed,

sex symboled tool of society.

Yeah,

i could stick my cock in it and brag about it.

But is it really going to love me,

and fulfill me emotionally?

How about this?

I'll take what i want.

I'll take what i love.

I will love someone that loves me.

Bro, don't cry.

You never talked to me legit in your life.

I'm sarcastic.

I joke.

Don't get all butt hurt.

Smoke a bowl or something.

Go get a massage.

Go cut yourself.

Whatever helps you relax.

You just sound ignorant to me.

Unimportant to my progression.

So how about you mind your own fucking business,

and quit acting like you know me.

Either way,

do what you do.

Children can gossip about other peoples lives,

till you choke for all i care.

So bite a dick, bro

and get a life.