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Wednesday, October 15, 2014
The truth will set me free
Here's the sauce, mother fucker. There's something wrong with your mind. You are so delusional, so narcissistic, you don't even see your face right in the mirror. I've dealt with your mental fucking sickness, your arrogant "hate" for fat people; an opinion which I can't beg you to keep to yourself and NOT shout it out in a diner. You are the worst person I have ever known. You don't own me, and you certainly don't have my heart anymore. I loathe you. Crash, burn and die —Doe
