I hate being used. I hate being used by men, and I especially hate being used by bitches who are spiteful, insecure, and jealous beyond reason. If I want to blog about a secret rendezvous, I will. If I want to blog about midnight drunken confessions, I will. If I want to go to some dance regardless of who's attending, I FUCKING WILL. If I want to blog about hopes and wants and needs, by GOD, I'll do it, and do it without some fuck reading to glean information on how to hold on to something she never had to begin with.
Malcolm, you are da man, I got mad luv for ya for listening and understanding, and saying those words that instantly made me feel vindicated. You amaze and delight me, and you are such a fantastic upgrade. I can't wait to thumb my nose at jealous bitches so they can see what a FRIGGIN hunk you are, and you are all mine. Not 50% mine, but 100% MINE. Let her see what she'll never be able to touch. THEN, Malcolm, we will take on YOUR Capulets, and shut them the hell up. Because you have ME, and they can't even hope to compete with my mind, with my mouth, and well, with that other thing you are so enamored with. LOL. You and me, baby...together against the assholes. Cuz yes...I belong to you. But so do you belong to me, because YOU said it, YOU told me so. I believe!
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