it is pretty bad when this is the only way to talk to some one you live with so sorry for the shit i want you to know you are not and i mean not talking the things i got you gave you i bought it all with my money it would be different if you leave on good terms but you know you won't hell you won't even talk to me so i'm sorry for being a bitch but hell you keep talking about me be hind my back so why should i be nice you tell me so if you can change your ass hole wase's then we will see what i let you leave with you are so cold you have made me that why to and i don't want to be that way no more oh and read my e mail if you want stop telling people i won't let you go for it see if i give a shit
Reason for writing:
bullshit stuff
Birth sign: Libra
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