The more it reflects in my mind, the more I saw red. Keeping secrets from me simply because you do not want me to know, so that I do not pass you REAL hurtful two cents that somehow will hurt your ass dignity. Please.
Hate it when you give me some lame-ass excuse to re-wind the statement you just said, thinking I'm some dumbass fucking kid that thinks rooster lay eggs. When you do not want anyone to know about your tiny little fucking secret then you should just keep it to yourself. Don't pass an invitation then to be advised by others then you come running to me trying your best to re-phrase your previous invitation and act all crazily innocent.
I do not need such drama especially when I'm so close to you.
I think of dear to you but you treat me lower than the dust under your doormat.
What the fuck am I to you?
Now that things are so obviously clear, don't expect me to tell you anything anymore.
Period.
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