you know what,

you're a fucking asshole.
tell me that i was a rebound and meant nothing.
you said it in the nastiest way possible.
to think that i was gonna harm myself because of you, to think that i fucking cried over you.
i don't want you in my life anymore. i want to cut you from it cold turkey.
you're obviously a little kid, because calling me a jerk then signing off is SUCH a mature thing to do.
i mean fucking seriously.
you're an asshole, i hope you fucking die in an explosion or some shit like that.
i don't give a fuck if you say that you're nice and shit.
you're fucking not. at all.
have fun trying to get with my friend, because she knows how fucking creepy you are and she would never touch you.
not with a 10 foot pole.

i hate you for being my first. you have no idea how disgusting i felt.
dickhead.

and c, i think you're cute. people say you're worse than him. i don't believe it.
you're chill and i'm your favorite.
i don't give a crap if you know i was flirting with you, i want you to know.
i want to talk to you more. let's go do it.
and i looooooove how you have your hair chemically relaxed.
its amazing. let's makeout in the chairs.

mixed day much?