Done

by Adriana   Jul 11, 2013


I'm sick and tierd of you treating me like crap, I'm not here to entertain you. I'm not a toy you can drop when your bored with your pathetic life. Sorry but money can't buy you friends, sick and done with your snarky comments. I'm done with you fake smile. I wasn't made to entertain your sick mind. Here's a suggestion go get a life. Because I'm done trying to be in it.

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  • 5 years ago

    by alicia

    You tell them