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Like honestly, although you have new "scene/culture" friends and your calssmates are helping you get around to the info about who we're talking about, let me burst your little stink bubble. We're talking about you. Yes, you. None of us will ever be living in guilt because if you haven't noticed, you're the only one not blogging about this copy-cat. So you can confidently conclude that you're pretty much the one that we're talking about. Yeah, we like trash talking you. Because you deserve it. Nobody hated you intentionally. But you really pushed it too far this time, kid. Like, hello, when you fight fire with fire, you're just going to get a burn. Don't use her words. Don't type like me. You think just because she's your bestfriend, you get her fame. Please, get a life. I wasn't angry at you previously. But you pushed it too far and now you're typing like me. Do you have any shame to put on that face? Being friend with you embarasses me. So you think that just because I removed your link and you did the same, I'm supposed to cry about it? Bitch, I don't fucking care. At least I know that I don't use my friends for fame. I used to pity you because he left you. I tried to make you feel better. But hell no, right now, I don't want anything else but to see you die in hell. You used your own bestfriend. So does that make you a fucking scenekid now, huh? You should have some shame. You stepped on your own bestfriend's head just to get to her friends. And please, we earned our time. You don't come up on our bubble steppingon our heads and using our names to get friends. Earn what you tink you deserve, cunt. Think about it. You used to hate on your 1st featured. Now that all your friends have turned their backs on you, you come running back to them. You think you're so cool just because she wants to be your friend. Look, for all you know, she talks about you too. Look, you clearly don't know the meaing of friendship. Friends are those who stand up for you when you are right. True friends stand up for you when you are right and also even when you are wrong. I used to not have a thing to do with you. But because my bestfriend was really terribly having doubts on you, I did what a friend is supposed to do. Give a listening ear. Not turn her down and find more famous people to befriend with. Look, your own bestfriend has turned her back on you. So have all of us 'cept your classmates. Low life people. You lied for each other just to ask me if was talking about you. Of course I was. Look, you can complain to all your friends about what I'm saying about you. Because clearly, you don't have a clue. Not one fucking clue. Life is just. Use your time wisely. You're 15 now. Stop acting like 5. Admit to your mistakes. Don't deny them. Yeah sure, she can say she's your bestfriend and you can trust her now. Wait till people find out your secrets. Honey, take a step back and look where you're heading. From where I'm standing I only see you going around in circles. You're a fraud, a cheap lie. You're nothing. You're worthless. I'll be expecting blogposts from your friends, soon. I know she's a minahrep. Please, we all hate her too. I just can't be bothered to blog about her. There's no space here. Tell her to get in between her thighs too yeah? Because for apparent reasons, she seems to miss out in between her thighs. And look, you'll never get anywhere by asking me how I do my eye make-up. You'll never get it. Don't try to be something or somebody you're not. Because your new found friends only have pity on you. No, I don't care if you get piggybacks from them everytime you meet. Get a life, sweetie. No wait. First, get over your curfew. And try to go somewhere else instead of City Hall all the time. Please, it's boring us. Oh, and if you have something to say, say it if my face. Say it. Don't ask any of your stupid lame friends to add me on msn and ask me. Because clearly, neither you nor your friends have a clue what's this all about. And listening to hardcore music ain't getting you anywhere, you poseur. Pfft, Brokencyde. Please, that was so outdated. And don't think by you asking us to send you songs, you're going to get anyway. Like she says, I don't think you can even sing along to half of the songs you have in your stupid computer. You're just a scam. And stop trying to take pictures like others. It's clearly not working out for you. You look like a fucking boy. Get your hair done before you face up to me, cunt. I know I'm not a big of a deal in the cyber world. But compared to me, you're anonymous. I dare you, confront me. You know who you are. And don't think by listing my flaws, I'm going to be affected by you. I clearly realise my flaws. Oh, and by the way, I know your friend who kicks boys for a living. Tell her Fred's ex said hi. Up yours, okay. You lack originality.

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