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    Sup Bitch
    Saturday, October 2, 2010, 9:18 PM
    So I’ve been getting kind of... mad lately. I’ll try to make the story as short as possible.

    Don’t preach to be about being upfront and honest with my her, you self-righteous hag. I have been more honest with her than you have ever been (which isn’t necessarily a good thing). I'm gonna que, then spam you all with my girlfriend okay?

    Look, the fact that you have at least 5 boyfriends in Secondary School in 4 years makes you why everybody hates you. Casanova much? It’s good to know that I never meant a thing to you when we dated. And fuck, I do not why you go to the same Secondary School as me. I shouldn’t have dated you during the Primary. I dated your friend, and you poisoned her mind making us breaking up with each other in less than a month. That makes you a happy bitch. I, did nothing. NOTHING when you dated the other guys. I am not a relationship destroyer. I am not a hypocrite like you.

    When I dated Mel, you did not know that she existed. I was quite happy back then because I dated someone OUTSIDE the school. You took the opportunity dating with the other guys, holding hands in front of me during the parade square, try to make me jealous? The fuck was that? I don’t give a fuck as I concern. I have the bestfriends back then to gossip about you.

    One of the reason why I do not want to.. what do you call that.. exposed my girlfriend on Facebook is because of you. Trying to threaten her isn’t the best way to deal with her. Of course, I got myself a girlfriend who is tougher, better and more far superior than you. And now you sending her a message on Facebook? Poisoning her mind won’t work at all. M is rather far much smarter when it comes to dealing with this such issue. But I couldn't sit back and relax making myself like a selfish boyfriend, I had to stand out and do something right. Since blogging is my most favourite hobby right now, why not I blog about you ONE MORE TIME.

    This time, its personal if M feels insecurity.