Written in the Paper

CIII.

So, now you are talking shit with your group?

Rating me on how good I kiss?

What the fuck is this bullshit?

You know my insecurities. You know I don't feel confident.

Yet you choose to say it anyway and rate me and you think I wouldn't find out?

How dare you. Treat me nice, sweet, and charming, but then you go behind my back and pull this shit on me.

Now I'm in tears not being able to focus on my work anymore and emotionally hurting me yet you don't seem to care at all.

Not that you ever cared anyway.