walk a champion, talk like a champion;

Yet, you’re still hating.

Shut up.

I lost my soul to a woman so heartless. How could you be so heartless?

I just wanted to make up.

You’re full of shit.

See, why do you have to do this?

I’m hilarious, don’t hate.

Nothing to hate on.

You did though.

I didn't. You did.

I am fighting a cold.

Aw, I'm sorry. Feel better darling.

Never said anyone’s obsessed with me, guilty conscious? I don’t blame you if you are.

Shut the fuck up. You're not funny.

You ruined us.

I did not.

I would never be your friend, stop trying to be my friend. I know I’m an amazing person but damn, you’re being desperate now.

Alright, now you can go fuck yourself. No ones obsessed with you, relax there.

Give me, then we’re over.

I don't want to be over.

You’re about to get fucked up, keep talking shit little girl.

Remember that one time you agreed with me? Let's be friends.

We’re over.

But your food.

Don’t get fucked up.

You're not about that life, because you're a bitch.

And you’re gonna eat all of that in one day?

Maybe not a whole day, but majority of it. Yes.

No, I’m mean.

Let's make up.

Today, I read the shortest, scariest story. It went something like, “the last man on earth was watching tv when he heard a knock at the door.” I sat there for a good minute thinking about that shit, I probably would’ve cried or something, not even gonna lie.

Don't be a bitch.

A jar?

Yes, a jar