*blue balls not included.
I am not necessarily a vengeful person; however, this morning my ears and face are burning with intense rage because I learned that someone was talking shit about me. Which, let the Karma fall where it may, I obviously do that here, but what-the-fuck-ever.
I swear to Christ I will be your worst fucking nightmare.
That being said, I know that I am a better and stronger person because I have genuine friends around that prefer the true me with none of the bullshit. I have never felt luckier than today to be surrounded by some of the most supportive women. I only wish that non-judgmental acceptance for the ones that truly deserve it. And sadly, only a portion of people do.
And… what do you have? Pseudo-morons that you only think you can trust.
Good luck with that. And seriously, grow the fuck up.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
