you think you can be the center of the conversation by making my past mistakes the topic of discussion? it's not about picking scabs anymore, wait, YEAH, IT IS ABOUT PICKING SCABS, scabs, that don't deserve to be picked because they've long disappeared. you think you know EVERYTHING about me, but you don't know squat. you have no idea how much i've changed.
worse, you just had to employ your impeccable grammar and sharp wit to deliver your very controversial statement. this isn't a compliment, IT'S SARCASM, you idiot. i just had to point this out because i know you couldn't read between the lines. (to think we attend the same English class, shocker really)
so go on, dance around campus being the omniscient (i bet you couldn't even spell this on your first try) one. divulge the skeletons in my closet if you can still find some more juicy tidbits to divulge.
shit, why am i even writing about you? you don't deserve this kind of attention. you're not worth every ounce of muscle strength to type this. you're not worth it. period.
just be thankful i'm in a generous mood to dedicate a post to a person like yourself. i'm a bit shallow really, but what the heck.....live with it.
get a life idiot, or if you can't, then rattle* somebody else's.
*sarcasm pa rin.