August 2011
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Dear Creepy Guy,
I now carry pepper spray around. I’ve heard it reeeeally burns and incapacitated you. That doesn’t sound too fun, does it? Didn’t think so. So now I dare you to touch me!
Sincerely, NOT INTERESTED ♥
Dear Bipolar Jerk,
If you’re going to screw me over, at least be an asshole so I see it coming. Don’t be sweet and nice all cuddly with me one minute and then throw me under the bus the next. Don’t let me think you give a damn when you don’t.
Kthnx, bye.
PS You really weren’t aren’t worth this post.
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