They talk to you when they need help. But once you need them..they ain’t around. I rather have them out of my life, then be a part of my life. Just as they never exist. This is what I get for being to genuine. Once I hate you, I will hate you. Don’t expect me to “get over it” or “its not worth it” I’m tired of those line. Fuck you and your two cent!
—Edit. Oh btw fuck your opinions!
No comments:
Post a Comment