If someone doesn’t enter this rap battle with me, I will scream and cry.
Sometimes when I think about this guy I used to see, my stomach just turns and I can feel this anger just making everything in my body heavy. He once told me he thought he loved me and two hours later told me how ugly I was. He accused me of using him. Because I bought his vacation for funsies, just to fuck with him. *sarcasm sign* The fact that I still get angry the one time in a blue moon I might accidentally think about him feels like it means he won. But he didnt. He won my hate. That’s all.
I had to share this gem that popped into my inbox a while ago.
That is in fact not how you spell PennDOT.
Here is a list of every graffiti writer ever, including their names, phone number, and places they hang out, starting with El Barto.
How did you not get the hint when I didn’t give you my phone number FOUR YEARS AGO.