Uhm...excuse me..my inherited sass is making its way.
How dare you tell fake stories about me when you yourself doesn't even know if it's true.
I'm sorry, but were you sitting on a reclining chair with a cocktail juice with you while you look at me when I was doing the things that you were yapping about?
Were you huh?
You don't know what I do cause you weren't there in the first place when I was doing it.
And maybe it was actually you who's doing those things that you were blaming me, that you decided to point them to me instead, so then you could have the freedom to do those things without being blamed while the others would be blaming me like how you did.
Next time, please have some time to grab a freaking reclining chair and your cocktail juice with you, take a sit while sipping the juice and actually see if I was indeed doing the things that you blamed me before going all clean and telling people fake stories, okay?
Thank you, my sassiness has reached its destination.
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Calm your sassies down, inhale, exhale.
Arrrggh, it's so hard to fit in with those kind of people.
SO . ANNOYING . !!
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RastgeleThis book is where I'm gonna put everything - mostly angry and sad craps - that I feel. I'm really tired of keeping all the anger and unhappy craps all to myself. I'll be also putting things that only you readers will know about. Or in short terms...
