Just For You.

Dear Blog Bangah,
No.
Dear Aol Instant Messenger Bangah,
Nah..
Dear Cyber Bangah,

STOP.

Thanks.

P.S. NO ONE SAID YOUR BLOG HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH JENIFER, STEPHAN, OR GEORGE IN THE FIRST PLACE. Words were obviously messed up in your mind which caused you to make and have false thoughts, assumptions, and accusations. You don't have time for it? Well, look around girl. No one does, and neither do I. Stop waisting your time, and stop waisting mine. I'm not sure if this course is available in college, but I highly recommend you take it: Grow the Fuck Up.

Remember, "Hate" is a strong word, but a weak emotion.

THE END.

Hilarious.

Blog Bangers.

Older than me, yet still need an advance in their mentality, maturity, and Grow The Fuck Up-ity.

Why would I want yours when I got mine ?

Smh.

Get over yourself, stop posting shit, and move onnnn..

Anyways.

Unecessary Drama Drama Drama surrounds me.

It's so damn ridiculous how people come out to be nowadays..

Sophmore Year: Year of Realization.

And as for you, my dear loved one,

Ya no se que hacer contigo.. con nosotros.

Back to homework that I've been slacking on for days..

I wonder what my report card looks like..

I have a feeling I'm in for an interesting night.

Shut the Fuck Up.

Yeah, that goes for you.

Are you fuckin` serious guyy ?!

People disgust me.

Expect the Unexpected.

Pshh... Please.

Maybe it's for the best.

Things happen for a reason, too.

FUCKKKKK.

People are starting to treat this shit like a new Myspace.

Blog Bangahs. LMfaoo.

And I'M the immature one?

Give me a break.

Fuck both of you.

Why are most people determined to be different and unique, yet are still all the same?

SMH.