IF YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE THE BALLS TO TELL ME TO STOP TALKING TO YOU, THAN DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME.
Don’t sit there, calling me pathetic, telling me you feel sorry for me, and telling me what to do with my Facebook. YOU’RE pathetic. YOU’RE the one stalking me. YOU’RE the one who can’t let shit go.
That’s the difference between me and you. I can let go of shit AND REALISE IT’S NOT GOOD FOR ME, and you can’t. GROW THE FUCK UP.
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