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I don’t know what ya’ll do on a daily basis but part of my morning routine is collecting eggs from my McMansion. #FRESH 

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To the Girl he loved after me i think you're really ugly. ill never hate thinking about how repulsive you are. You're plain, boring, emo & pale. i know you have dead bodies in your closet & i wish you would put on some clothes for your instagram selfies, whore. because ill never understand why he chose you. but a few months ago i had a life altering realization. and thats why I'm writing this letter. I've been wanting to have this conversation with you for a while because i can't wait to shove a knife down your throat. I know he's yours now. but he was once mine. and we were once happy. for 2 years, i was the one who lifted him up and made him feel like a little kid. I was the one racing him down the drag strip while he screamed i love you at the top of his lungs. I was the one wearing his car t shirts & sleeping next to him every night. I was making him happy. i was his. because you suck. He had never said your name before. I had no idea that you even existed. and i loved the days when you were nonexistent. The months before i heard your name for the first time were amazing, you were the most horrible, unpleasant, repulsive ugly nasty cunt faced bitch that ever walked this earth. I remember the first few months when we use to type each other 128Ve980 because we were both to scared to say i love you. We were kind of cute like that. I remember when i held his hand at the KOP car meet for the first time and he felt like a million dollars walking by all those dudes with me being HIS.. in my mini tight black dress. I remember watching Wreck it Ralph with him a lot & he'd cuddle up like a baby & cry his eyes out everytime because he was himself with me. I remember the moment i thought he was the guy i was suppose to end up with. I remember being 100% positive he was the one. I remember saying yes Feb 16, 2014. I remember watching our love grow as we committed to buying a house together. i remember him disappearing. i remember him cheating. i remember him lying. i remember feeling so far away from god because i believed he had taken away my one true love. i remember not leaving my bed for two months. i remember hearing his name for the first time. i remember crying. a lot. i remember the bad months just as much as the good months. and honestly can't tell which one hurts more. I wish i would forget all the sweet facts that once made up who he is as a person but they weren't real anyway. I don't know who knows the real him.. you or me? So neither of us know him well. i thought i did, hell i might. i held his hand much longer than you have. i never so strongly believed in a love like i believed in him. He was what i thought was the one. So if I’m no longer in love with him… why did I decide to write this? Because I want you to know that I don't just want to shoot you, i want you to burn up in flames. And that I just really hope that it hurts like hell. Because that is all I ever dream of now a days. psychotic. I do miss him. A lot sometimes. But I’m always reassured that karma is going to catch up with him. And you'll both die. Love, the girl he loved before you

Everyone go do me a favor & go like this photo (actually click the page & like it there) I have a week to get the most likes & if so this picture will be in CARCHIX 2016 car calendar!! IT should be one of our muscle cars i know! But this will have to do! I just realized my picture was uploaded sunday so now I'm behind! feel free to share it!!! THANKS :)

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