I try to make peace with the Indians
Sanico Akiko-Ann Denaut. Seventeen. Vegitarian. outgoing. sees life from the hopeless romantic point of view. gives great relationship advice but cant fix my own relationship problems. i like to party. starving artist. mediocar poet. shitty speller.
ugh..
I dont know what to say.. it pisses me off and worries me that all i see when i log into my tumblr is all this shit. it Pisses me off bc thats all what i fucking see. It upsets me because its not a joke and you know what i go thru. seeing that all over my tumblr is fucking fantastic. if you really want to talk to me im a fucking text away. i blocked you on my facebook but i didnt unfollow you because i still want to know how your doing.. the things i hear about what your getting into just upsets me more and more that your and absolute hypocrite about it when i was down in the dumps.. You’ve become a hypocrite with everything.. you think you keep your promises, you dont.. you just find loop holes or a way around them. your a major shit talker and if you think i became “afraid” to talk shit to your face, you and i both know your fucking mistaken. You never bowed down to me you say? trying to act all tough? HA! everyone knows that i had you wrapped around my little fucking finger and had it tied in a bow. you think your some man and wont admit to the fact that you were completely whipped. you have no clue how i felt about you because you never asked. BTW your friends are annoyed that you constantly talk about me…if you want to have me in your life, quit talking shit, finding loop holes, and grow the fuck up.. BTW i unblocked you on facebook.
The more people I’m dead to. The less people I’ll miss when I leave.
