You lie…a lot. You lie so much that you are starting to think that all your lies are the legit truth. You’re not depressed. You’re craving attention…and honey, you ain’t getting it. So do us all a favor, and cut the shit.
Agreed x1234568910. You hide everything from everyone and then expect us to feel sorry for you? Yeah, no. That’s not how it works. Stop posting about being depressed. You put it upon yourself. If you didn’t lie, you most likely wouldn’t be going through all this. Yeah, I know it sounds bitchy, but it’s the truth. </3
Hey! Newsflash, buddy! No one likes you. You’re the biggest player that I’ve EVER met. When I start talking to someone, you find out and comment on them. ‘Oh, talking to a freshman now?!’, ‘I’m saying he’s a man hoe. Everyday him and this kid talk about girls like 24/7 and he talks about all these things he does at dances and shit…he’s bad news haha. I’m just looking out for you ‘cause you’re my friend. He smokes mad weed too. I’m just being a nice guy.’ No. No. No. I don’t care what you say. You are such a hypocrite. You’re talking to a freshman. I don’t say what you said to me. You’re the biggest ‘man hoe’, ever. It’s actually normal for guys to talk about girls.. especially when they don’t have a girlfriend. Sorry, you’re not like that. I talk about guys. I’m sorry. Not. You’re awkward. All you do is play girls, ask for pictures, sneak out and date them for a little while, don’t tell your parents and then it’s over. Then, you find a new girl and repeat your little pattern. Hah, it worked on me, partially. Yes, I liked you, but nothing ever happened because you’re ridiculous. You sit there and play 20 questions. All you ever do is ask stupid questions. Life is not a game of 20 questions, buddy. I’d never send you pictures, ESPECIALLY when you wanted pictures sent to your school email. How stupid can you get? You’re lame. You tried to get back with your ex and she HATES you so much. You told her that you liked me, then her in the same night! Haha, how funny! We think you’re so dumb. How can you be like that? You’re going to run out of girls to play. You’ve tried to get me to like you again. Sorry, but this time, I’ve figured you out! Don’t call me ‘Dory’. You make me sick. Anyway, if he smokes weed, good for him. It’s not my life. I can’t tell him not to. He’s not even my boyfriend. I have no say. I honestly don’t care. He’s allowed to live his life. As long as he didn’t smoke around me, I’m fine. Go judge someone else, not the people I talk to. It’s pointless, unless of course, you want me to blog about you? If you saw this, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t even know what to do. Hah! I want you to see this, see how dumb you sound and act. Lame lame lame.