god, what the hell is your problem?
i continually tell you that it seriously pisses me off when you talk to her. i've asked you to stop countless times, but you always say it's no big deal. then i have to go ahead and fucking find out on my own that you talk to her on the phone? what the fuck? -_- GOD. it seems that you just can't fucking stay away from her. and then you consider asking her to drive all the way to LA just so you can have a date to your fucking dance? what the hell is your problem.
HAHA, and now you're mad because i think you're cheating on me. what else am i supposed to think?
dude, whatever. just tell me if you don't need me.
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- katy le zèbre
- in which an eighteen year young member of the human race expresses her flaming charisma that comes out while watching K-dramas and British television, and the occasional spazzing over other random somethings.
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