Conspiracy Theory
From the way you looked at me. From the way you judged me. From the way your eyes followed my every move. Stop it whores.. I was born this way so don’t hate me. I don’t really appreciate being talked about. What the heck, like I care what you fellas think anyway. hahahaha.. I’m in a biatchy mood so back off. Gonna make this blog an issue as well? Sigh.. Fellas, that’s so pathetic..
First of all, you do not own the right to think that you know me. ONLY my baby, family and close friends know who I am, how I work things out. So, don’t go talking about me aite? You feelin me? hahaha.. Second, I am what you see.. Not the way I strut or move with my heels.. I’m referring to the genuine smile I present. If you are to judge me from the outside, BAM! that’s it. you are bound to decide that I am a person you would love to hate. Like my wise brother testified, "she has that "dun hate me cos i’m beautiful attitude"..hahaha..
so,love ya!!muahhs..
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