i don't fucking care. if you all fucking think. that i faked it. fuck off. you don't know my life. ignorance just rules your brain. fine, this is truth, i faked it, so that i wouldn't have to do the talk. are you happy? are you fucking satisfied now? that's the bloody truth. if you want it to be.
but it's not the truth. but being you, you'll believe it. and since you already belived the lie, i'm not gonna bother telling you what really happened.
are you pissed because something unbelivable-to-most happened to me? i used to bitch about someone, because i knew her inside out, so i had the right to state facts, unlike you who serve stories fresh from your dirty brew. but now you made me realise, that the person i bitched about all along, wasn't all that bad.
all i know is that you're an innocent little short girl, that everyone considers as cute, and you backstab others, and you don't even feel bad about it. in fact, you'll just keep gossiping about what's not true, and just cos it's not you, you'll bitch about people who never even harmed you. i love your personality, you're my idol, and i love that you bitch behind my back. xoxo.