I love how some girl calls me from a restricted number and leaves me a voice mail talking trash. I wear training bras? I have no tits? I have no ass? I have a dick? My boyfriend fucked a 13yr old? He's a child molester? I look like a man? You really want to kick my ass? I'm ugly? I'm a cunt? Someone's gonna kick me? I'm gay? Gay-er than you and you're gay? I can have fun with my ugly boyfriend?? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!
You know some classified information. You even called my name out. So apparently I think you're my friend, or maybe I have a "friend" who blabs to everyone my business and talks trash about me. I freaking hate girls so much unwanted drama. You can't trust bitches.
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