Naw fool, I don’t lie. Maybe your pathetic ass is so used to being lied to or you’re so used to lying to others that you can’t see right in front of your face when something is real. By Felicia.
Clearly, you know nothing about this lovely girl. Or maybe you’re jealous of her and think it’s funny to unleash your self-hatred onto someone so beautiful. Maybe you’re not jealous of her, but I do know one thing, sweet cheeks: you’re unhappy with yourself in some way. Otherwise, why would you feel the need to come after people on the internet that you don’t even know.
I pity you, anon. Not her.
But please, keep coming. You bring me oh-so-much amusement, and your words don’t hurt Jay one bit.
My Type is Homicidal 