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my favorite toxic ex hit me up. i’ve been feeling too mentally stable lately...time to shake shit up.
took him four days and he got me acting outta pocket again. god damn.
update: been a few days. i need the spice. send help.
on top of asking to use my old coffee tables and end tables as a jump for his dirtbike; i also received this. i hate him.
he is the king of asking “wyd” and then never responding. it’s terrorism and it needs to stop. and yes i’m having the time of my life tweeting about this. thank you.
ugh miss him. clown shit.
lmao this how i feel about him
i’ve seen the question what could you buy with your body count? my answer: a venti pink drink with two pumps of vanilla from Starbucks with some change of the last one left over cause i’m not letting go. and i’m now basically a virgin. Amen.
