ππ Excuse me for having a chemical imbalance.
I see we’re being a petty, mouthy b*tch again π€ It’s called growing up: you should try it.
Again with the attacks from an anonymous, gutless c*nt. πGrow π theπ f*ckπ up, πokay? πOkay! I said something true about someone I love and am worried about, and I get clapback from the fugly bunch π I have claws just like you! The only difference is mine are out for self-defense. You’re just nasty inside and out.
It seems right on cue. π