I'm baaaaaaaack.

this goes out to you, bitch.

First off, i'd like you to know that i don't give a flying fuck about how you feel anymore. You think what you want. You want to think I was the one that called Gj's and brought up Dan, go ahead. But I wasn't. You want to think I meant it when I said you looked like a whore? Fine. Doesn't bother me a tad. But I didn't. You want to hate me? Go for it. I'm not a big fan of you either.

Second, keep my name out of your filthy mouth. Nobody wants to hear about how I'm "mean to you." I don't even talk to you. How am I mean? I have better things to do than go around and tell people about what a bitch you are. Hell, half of them already know anyway. You want people to hate me? Does that make you feel better about yourself? That's cool. Grow up.

Third, Kaylee was my best friend before she even met you. You can think what you want about me, but let her form her own opinon. And everyone else too. Let them experience my bitchiness for themselves, they don't need to hear it from you.

I'm done letting your ruin my life. You're not even a part of it anymore. I wish you never were. I wish you could read this. Then you'd show your little cult of Boomer's and have them hate me too. But whatever. I don't need them either.

today; I finally expressed my hate for you in words. Next step- telling you to your face.