Hey, you. I don’t know when you’re gonna read this but I know sometime you will, because I know you looooove reading my blog so much.
Well, you know who you are.
But let me tell you something.
He didn’t even know your name until I told him who you were and what you did to me. Who’s delusional now? :)
I feel so bad for you because you’ve been talking bad things about the wrong girl. Yes, the wrong girl.
Sad, right? And embarrassing…
When he told you about the girl who tried to woo him, it wasn’t me. It was another girl, and we both know who she is, and we both know what she did to him, and I saw it with my own eyes.
And you? You were not even there.
So don’t say you know everything we’ve been through, because you know nothing, absolute nothing about us.
So stop your Twitter rant on me, and next time you see him, ask him to tell you the truth, and he’ll be delightful to tell you what happened. You deserve the truth so you can stop being pathetic.
And yes, we both talked about you, not once, not twice, not thrice… but more than that. Because we know it’s the best way to clear things up.
So please, grow the fuck up. :)