|The Last Straw
||[May. 14th, 2006|09:18 pm]
Fuck you, seriously. Fuck. You. I fucking hate you now more than ever. Talking shit about me to your white trash cousins was the last straw. You can seriously kiss my ass. Please fall on something sharp and die. I won't mind.
You don't even fucking know me and you're gunna call me a bitch? Because I have a kid, no job and live with my mom. I'm sorry that everywhere I tried didn't work out. Atleast I don't live off the government like you. Also, atleast I don't live off the bottle like you. Thought your mama should have broken you of that by now bitch? I promise, you don't need alcohol to live. Try staying sober a minute and atleast try to find a fucking job. It may be hard but it's better than being the trash you are now.
Passing the love right on back,
Dear Baby Daddy,
Just shut up. I don't care that you're drinking. You have no right to be such a rude ass jerk. Take some responsibility. Then maybe your opinion will count.