Guess that last message got to you eh? Good.
Go to hell whore.
You're a faggot
Words can't describe how much I hate you. You need to re-evaluate yourself and everything about your attitude. You don't deserve your boyfriend. You don't deserve anything. You're fat and horrible and you flounce around like you're better than everyone, well news flash bitch, you aren't. Get a fucking grip. Preferably of a razor blade.
You're not good enough for Ethan.
These Four Words || The Maine
I really should just go home and play with myself, better that than stay and do something else. ‘Cause we can’t be friends, that much I know. I wish it wasn’t so. And I can’t take my heart some place it won’t go, show me to the door. As if a plane crash were timely, there’s no good time for bad news. And these four words don’t come easy, I don’t love you. So listen to your friends and leave me alone, I’m just a boy, I’m drunk, I’m twenty-four. I don’t wanna hurt you anymore, don’t waste your tears on me now, pretty girl. When I hate myself for letting you go, you can be the one to say, ‘I told you so’. As if a plane crash were timely, there’s no good time for bad news. And these four words don’t come easy.
I don’t love you.
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