When you like someone, you can’t help it, its just attraction..
The heart wants what the heart wants.
Just because you don’t like someone, don’t say its not gonna work or he’s bad news, you don’t know that person well enough to judge them, look in the mirror, your one to talk..
Don’t get cocky with me, and say, I tried to warn you, maybe I didn’t know you well enough, have you see yourself, you shady hoe?
Look at how you look, and how I look, we have nothing in common, you can’t try to warn me about sh*t, cuz now instead of trying to help me your not acknowledging me, not hearing me out, and trying to learn my side of the story.
Do I look stupid? Am I stupid?
I think not.
I have every reason to call you every name in the book for gaining my trust and allowing me to tell you stuff, and having it backlash against me for actually thinking maybe you were one of the good people, a good friend.
But your not. Your a coward to talk about me behind my back, and your a slut for dressing how you dress and wearing thick eyeliner. Your a b*tch for .backstabbing me, and your an ass for being how you are towards me.
I don’t like you, just as you said you don’t like me.
So, kiss my ass, you trash blonde bimbo.