ESSA VII LOVE
Hey hey.
My name is Vanessa. I'm a lazy bum who wants to do basically nothing
the entire day. I wear tshirt with denim short and my hair all puffed up which people always say it's oh-so too high. Vii doesn't stand for the numeric 5. It's my 'first' name. I love to be in love, and I'm seen with my lovey-dovey boyfriend, B wherever I go.
-anyway, there's more to me than meets the eye because i prefer to keep my internal organs under my skin.
Dang, I have to admit that I'm a typing warrior! YAY. At least I dare to do that. I'm a cow, I'm a horse, I'm a dog. Whatever you want me to say I am, I am. Woohoo.
Dear readers, I bet you all have zero clue what's been happening around(Tho most drama didn't happen in here). Of course, I not as BRAVE as my opponent to advertise my link right on his blog. I felt shame.
How can my beautiful bloglink appear in that.... Dirty corner of his? Lmao.
And duh. I'm talking about you. You're smart to spot that! I was afraid you can't make out what I'm trying to say, oldie. Let's say, we stand at the same spot. Protecting someone whom we love. Obviously our perspective is different. You can post all sorts of fucking nonsense about my love and yet I can't retaliate for mine. Wow. So that's how old people thinks? Wonder why my grandma didn't act this way. Guess she's not at the age yet. She's 65, fyi.
I'm not going to hyperlink, I mean.. who cares about your filthy and ugly blog. Most importantly, I don't want to act like you people. (Why even go through the trouble of removing my link after publishing?) Scared? Of what? I'm just a typing warrior!
Anyway, what I'm trying to prove is that this cutesy here is accusing me of the things that he's done as well in the dirty little corner of his sadistic life. ): How? First, he commented on their fight in his blog by insulting my friend's soul and the relationship between her current love right before they called for a truce. Okay, we forget that!
THEN, what the fuck? People just call and ask about it you say he's trying to get back at you? Paranoid? Crazy much. Please lah, uncle. Want to degrade people not like one can? Ya, then you'll come and tell me that, WHO SAY I'M TALKING ABOUT HIM?
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And I'm pleased with just being a typing warrior. Why? Because I can. You? No one can understand wtf your English is trying to bring across. And I apologise, I should not really..use such English standards on you. I guess you can't understand me too. I should resort to stooping down to your level and try to communicate with your so-called used brain. I'm going to try now..
I.... You.... Fuck... (Insert any word into the blanks as they can have many different meanings)
Yay. Can you understand that?
I realized they really like to be a thief shouting for a thief! Pfft. Nonetheless, this uncle here wants me to quit being a typing warrior and call him for confrontation. Of course, of course.
For goodness sake, we are now even.
Round One was the two girls. Round Two, you challenged us but we called for a truce. Round Three, was your fucking slut video that you're now pushing the blame away. And of course, I return you as much as you gave us. Maybe a little more. Now round Four. Would be between you and me. As much as I hate to talk to you on the phone, because it would definitely kill my ears and heart, I will.
After this, if I find anymore derogatory, we will not hesitate to fight back again. AND, we will not stoop down to your fucking low self-esteem and give you back double of what you intend to give us.
