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michaerawr:

1. This is Tumblr. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. Who are you to tell me what to post on my blog?

2.  Because I don’t want a relationship at the moment. Who the hell is this?

3.  Says a gray-faced pussy anon too afraid to tell me this straight up.

4.  Oh. You’re cool. Telling someone over the fucking internet to go kill themself. Who knows, they might take it into consideration.

5.  Okay, obviously this is someone I know. And yeah, I liked him. That was hella long ago. It’d be even more fucked up if I just said yes just because I feel bad for him or just make him happy. Sometimes people just have to suck it up and face the truth.

 This is the reason why I’m slowly starting to dislike Tumblr. I mean, I’m starting to be judged for what I post on here now. Wtf? And it’s pretty obvious that people from my school are starting to find my Tumblelog and start anon hate here. Just say it to my fucking face at school, will you? 

Niggas need to back off. If you can’t bitch at her and show who you really are, don’t say a fucking word. And even if you do, I’ll hunt you down and gladly murder you. 

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michaerawr:

There’s always going to be those awkward moments when you walk past someone you were so close to and remember all the times you once had together.

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