This will be short and sweet. Paint me in whatever fucking brush you want. Paint me good, paint me evil, hell you can do whatever you want to. But that doesn't change the fact of you short commings, trust me it would take pages to list them. And atleast I have the fucking guts to have always been honest with you. I didn't' fucking veil it behind some passive agressive bullshit. Or pretend to be my friend and then slam me when you don't think I'll find out about. I got more friends then you know, and by reports it seens that qualifies you as a fucking backstabber. So in the end, Fuck You if you've got a problem with me. I don't give a shit what you think about me anymore because you aren't important enough to stress over.
Oh and on a side note, don't jump to conclusions on who I"m talking about, because seriously you don't know my life story or what's going on in it right now. Hell, I don't even know what's going on in it right now. Ergo, thinking it's about you personally makes you a fucking paranoid narrisist. This could go back 10 years for all of what anyone knows. But ya, Fuck You.
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