Call Me B. 14. Single. Bisexual. California.
You may say you know me. But you don't. The only person who knows who I really am is myself. That's it; I'm fourteen, so start believing it. I'm not seventeen or eighteen; I'm a dick if you're a dick to me first. I'm nice if you're nice to me first; I can be an asshole. But who isn't one, once in a while? I like dick and vagina. But everyone does these days. I'm not a follower. They're fucking stupid. I'm myself, and that's all I really plan on being. That is all. Talk.
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Everything you said to me was a lie. I never believed you, never. Because all you do is end up hurting me. You don't get anywhere. And you never will; But when I said "I Still Love You." I really meant, "I Fucking Hate You For Doing This To Me."
Fakes are for Retards.
You may say you know me. But you don't. The only person who knows who I really am is myself. That's it; I'm fourteen, so start believing it. I'm not seventeen or eighteen; I'm a dick if you're a dick to me first. I'm nice if you're nice to me first; I can be an asshole. But who isn't one, once in a while? I like dick and vagina. But everyone does these days. I'm not a follower. They're fucking stupid. I'm myself, and that's all I really plan on being. That is all. Talk.
Picture comments? <333
Everything you said to me was a lie. I never believed you, never. Because all you do is end up hurting me. You don't get anywhere. And you never will; But when I said "I Still Love You." I really meant, "I Fucking Hate You For Doing This To Me."
Fakes are for Retards.