Thursday, April 17, 2008
Don't even talk to me about the number of years we've been together cos the numbers don't mean no shit to me, if this is how you're behaving.
Don't dare tell me that you know me inside out cos so far, you've pretty much made it clear to me that you know nothing.
Don't bother doing favours for me insincerely, then blaming me for making you do it.
Don't hurl vulgarities as though you're reciting God's name, cos it seems to me that you're doing it in desperation to get a boost of self-esteem.
So much for karma. An asshole like you needs more than just a fractured foot to make you learn a lesson and get you back to your senses.
Labels: you've got me twisted
X O X O; 9:21 pm