Fuck you. I didn't do jackshit and now I'm getting blamed for doing everything. I honestly hope you fall on a sword, or equally pointy object. Do me a favor and go leave this house and never come back.
For real? Honestly, if you are going to try and do shit behind my back, at least be sneaky.
Your poem still makes me cry. I love you so much and you saved my life on Thursday.
Stop being such a stupid whoreslut, and stop acting stupid. No one cares about you, now stop.
You have the power to stop all of your suffering, if you only had the balls to do it.
Your pantry comes from heaven.