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Ok, ok, ok.... I'm going WAAAAY back with this one. Bringing it up to this date! Interesting s**t is in BOLD
******** gawd, Kemet Cinque Ojo.... Where do I ******** start with you, failure? We never really talked until what, the summer of 8th grade, going into our 9th grade year? I liked you. I thought you were interesting. You were different. Hah, that isn't the case now, eh? Through the 9th grade year, you fell in "love" with me. You made inappropriate sexual advances when you KNEW I had a boyfriend. But some of that is my fault cause I knew damn well I had one, too. After him and I broke up, you were sweet to me. We had our moments. Didn't last very long, but we had them. And then I started so see what you really were.
AND HERE IS WHERE IT BEGINS:
Oh... OH! LET ME TEEELLL YOU! You are the most self-centered, disappointing thing I have ever gotten the displeasure of knowing! OH! Disappointing?! YES! You are a ******** loser that CANNOT keep a ******** girlfriend because you don't know how to please them-- sexually, physically, emotionally, mentally, WHATEVER! You can't ******** do it! Speaking of sexually, you only please you self-- but I can see why, because if you even TRIED to please a girl, they WOULDN'T FEEL ANYTHING. See, I knew I shouldn't have faked it to please you. You're only what, 5" hard, mi'rite? Even with that, you don't know how to use it. And you still think you're a "Technical virgin" When I totally got to it first. How does it feel to know that a girl that practically left her "sucky ex" to go to you WENT BACK TO HER EX?! Who is more of a man you'll ever attempt to be, failure.
SPEAKING OF FAILURE! LOL YOU HAD TO LEAVE WMY BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T DO s**t! You were too ******** proud to ask for help, and all you did was listen to your ******** MP3 player with your shitty-a** music. Remember how I rubbed it in your face like, the first month school started back and I practically made you feel like s**t? IT WAS LIKE DRINKING YOUR TEARS! SO SATISFYING! The only satisfaction I got out of you in a LONG time, possibly. neutral
You claim you love a different girl every ******** week. You want to ******** a girl every day of the damn week, but I don't see how that = love. You get rejected, you cry to me, I secretly laugh, and you go back to loving someone else. A girlfriend went gay on you. That was your first sign to stop, dumbass. You told me you loved me ALL SUMMER, but then say we never happened. I lost all respect for you when you said that. I never looked at you the same way.
LOL Maybe 2 or 3 months ago, whenever you last bothered to visit me, you told me you loved me. Notice I never said it back?
SUCKAAA!
I QUITE believe you are a ******** poser.
Exhibit A: "i am a master i've accomplished a lot first thing on the list is that your girl is on my c**k i should get hand rail installed into my waist cause your b***h cant keep her balance while my meat is in her face"
********! First off, what the hell did you accomplish? Writing wack-a** s**t for you friends? Did you band ever take off? Did ANY of your bands ever take off? Secondly, Where is this c**k you speak of?
Exhibit B: http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d34/mesamune/Picture149.jpg That s**t. I refuse to put the pic up in my journal That s**t is not "sic." It is not "cool" It is not "******** awesome." It is just YOU trying to put emphasis on something that the rest of the world doesn't even think about. No one cares if you're an Oreo. I'm one, too. I've heard it all before. And you wonder why people flame you, and you come crying "WHY CAN'T THEY LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM?!" It's because you take pics like that s**t.
Closing statement: Kemet, I thought I loved you. But I wish I never met you. You ruined a great part of my life. You broke me down, and wasn't even willing to help me back up. You're a selfish, pompous a** wipe. ******** your talentless band, ******** your trailer park trash friend [who supposedly hurt you an insane amount of times(And I was there to pick you up plenty of times)], ******** your hat, ******** your ******** guitar, ******** your dirty-a** kicks, and ******** everything and everyone else you put before me. I guess our definitions of love are different. You can have your ******** guitar pick back, before I melt it to concrete. All I want is my ******** bracelet back because it is way too rad for you to wear. ******** you.
Forget about me. And I want my s**t back you c***e.
Almohada · Tue May 19, 2009 @ 02:54am · 1 Comments |
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