My imaginary friend thinks you have problems.
Girl, I thought of blogging about you but on second thought,
I cant be bothered. I don't wanna pollute my blog with a post about you.
Neither do I want my fingers to ache. I'll let you live your life,
if you let me live mine. Cos people do wanna confront you, but me?
I just cant be bothered. In my eyes, you're nothing but an immature kid.
You asked B whether she knows what's the meaning of
confidentiality and backstabbing, oh wait, you shouted at her.
Well the ans is, I think you know the meaning more than she does
since you're the one whose backstabbing
evryone to EVRYONE.
Two words for you, GROW UP.
