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Dear B-- Listen, I know we're good friends, but you're annoying the crap out of me lately... When I go to the back room with my friend that's a girl, and we close the door...that means we're having a private girl talk conversation that I don't want the whole class to hear... Do not be a fucking creep, opening the door every five to ten minutes trying to listen in on our conversation. Why the hell did you even walk in, and make things awkward for all of us for a few minutes? You know the saying, I was thinking "This is an A/B conversation you can C your way out," when you opened the door TWICE! Another thing...when I'm talking to my infatuation J, please don't butt into our conversation. It doesn't concern you there either. Why are you being so fucking annoying and jealous? We're never gonna happen! So you don't gotta be jealous of who I talk to, or find out what we were talking about because it's none of your damn business whether or not we were talking about you. I'm >< that close to not being your friend anymore if you pull this shit again! I am so glad I was finally able to have some alone time with my crush without you being there invading our conversations every time for once. I thought it was funny that the whole class ditched the day before Thanks giving, except for me, him, and our other friend that I actually like talking to. Class should be like this always. I didn't think that would happen so we could all talk privately without you being all nosey. Omg! get over it, me Dear random guys at club-- Do not f'ing stare at me up and down..there is no chance you're dancing with me, let alone taking me home. Do not fucking slap my ass again or I'll break your arm. Fat chance, me Dear K-- Can you please stop with the rumors? That shit happened in 2007. Neither of us are even talking to your ex anymore for a long time and you're still talking about me...yet you write on your statuses saying I need to get a life when you're so obsessed with blogging about my sex life still, lmao. You might want to re-evaluate who needs to get a life...also...when you write on those Social Interview questions that all the boys want you, who are you talking about? Every guy that I know that knows you says you're a creepy stalking psycho bitch. Must be trashy guys that want you because I know no decent guy would even take one glance at you! You are so fug and I find it hilarious how you think you're "the hottest bitch in the club" as the songs say, lol. Damn, you're so ignorant. Open your eyes, everyone's pretending to like you for the sake of less drama. Step down your pedestal nasty bitch. definitely no love, me how im feeling:: annoyed
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dear_stupid
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Dear K's mother,
Just because she's your daughter doesn't mean she's right in everything. You guys can manipulate everyone else, but if I ever take it to the higher courts, it won't be good on your end...especially since your daughter threatened me on her tweets...that's also against the United States law, and even the Terms of Service.
K's mother, don't tell me you are proud of your daughter for publishing information about her sex life in her notes, myspace and everywhere. If she were my daughter, her ass would be beat red and I'd take away her computer privleges...don't care how old she is now, but she's 23-years-old, and when your daughter uses the Internet, she comes off as a 14-year-old mentality.
You're her facebook friend, you see all the shit she posts, and you're still proud of her and stick by her side? You know she has a whole problem with this entire town, so it definitely wouldn't look good on your guyses end...especially when she tweets about having another beef with another girl, etc.
Why don't you tell your daughter to shape up and mind her own business? She always gets herself involved just because she's always so nosey in everyone else's businesses and doesn't seem to mind her own.
What was God on when he created people like your daughter? I'd like to know.
Thanks, me
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