Hey, you. Yeah, you. The drunk one.
Stop talking about me behind my back and then lying to me about it.
I will beat you like a baby seal.
You don't like me, that's fine. You have a problem with me, that's fine.
But you tell me to my face. Don't pull a bunch of passive-agressive bullshit, gossiping to my friends about me. Did you think they wouldn't tell me? I have news for you, little troll. They like me. They think you are a fucking joke.
You got caught in a lie. Move on. I don't think you are a nice person. It's not the end of the world. I'm not a nice person, either, and I'm cool with it.
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Hmmm, I wonder to whom you are referring...must do research...
I wish you would just let your hair down and tell us how you're really feeling. Seriously. xoxo
somehow I think there is more that you want to share on this topic.
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