"Hey,what's wrong. "-'friend '
"I don't fucking know. I mean maybe the fact that you talk shit about me behind my back and pretend you actually care. I bet if I kill myself tonight you and your plastic bitches .would. not. Care. Because you have lied to me for so long little Mrs.perfect that I don't know what you will do or how much you honestly would care. I'm. Sick. And. Fuckin.tired. of you and your snobby bitches saying you care and I'm like your sister but then behind my back call me a slut and a whore and a bitch and a jerk and a Pity seeking bitch. " at this point I was in tears. I shoved my finger in her chest. "So. That Mrs. Perfect is what's wrong. Now,don't you dare talk to me. "
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I wish I had the guts to actually say this...
