This comes from the person, more like the monster, who said he did nothing to lose respect from people. He then went and made a girl cry out of pure cruelness and this is what he has to say about it:
“Let me be frank, on my bucket list I have the usual: Skydiving, walk the Great wall of China, SCUBA Dive, etc. HOWEVER, making you cry….IS. NOT. ON. MY. BUCKET LIST! Sorry but not on my top priority list. I’m. Witty. When will the world learn?”
SUE ME.
Wen i get a hood made CD i just throw it in the back seat and wait until somebody stupid gets in and sits on it and breaks it. Then i yell “DAMN i was just about to listen to that” knowing that i wasnt
MORAL OF THE STORY IS I DONT WANT ANYMORE RAPPERS FROM NEWNAN GIVING ME CDS
For as long as I can remember, my body has shifted in all kinds of directions. My weight, most commonly, has never been stable for some reason. After battling an eating disorder in 2008, I finally felt comfortable with myself for once. However, after I found happiness, it all made a u-turn. I began eating more, knowing that if I gained 10 or 20 pounds I would still look alright because I was so skinny and frail. Twenty turned to thirty, then thirty turned to forty. Before I knew it, I weighed 190 pounds. It wasn’t horrific, but I began losing my confidence like I did before. After my surgery in Summer of 2010, I found my clothes shrinking away. Or was I blowing up? The truth of the matter is that I was expanding…everywhere. I got a membership to the gym and although I took it seriously, I did not take it serious enough; however, in the past three weeks I have been going at least five days per week. As a result, I have lost twenty pounds. Now, instead of 236, I weigh 216. Twenty down, 40 to go. Not only do I want to be thinner, I want to be in decent shape for once.
Yeah…..and the whole bus was singing.
Myles eating his burger…provocatively ;)
I can’t stay on your life support
There’s a shortage in the switch
I can’t stay on your morphine
‘Cause it’s making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she’s being a little bitch
I’ll think I’ll get out of here
Where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you’re just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill