I’ve known we’re not anything for awhile dickweed. You’ve turned into a negative hater. Besides you like s** phoen girls who will fuk anything. I’m Christian and love Jesus. Lately, all I see when I look at you is a meth addict who also has mental problems, not that I wouldn’t accept you, I would. But we both know you don’t accept me and that I deserve someone who knows and loves my high worth. I know that hating on me is done for the other dickweeds and part of your mental illness. You’ve made me something when it shouldn’t matter, but oh well.
