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I don't give a s**t.
It's a shame, that you feel at times I talk to much and too loud, but if I didn't, how else would you get the truth? It's unfortunate that you don't like the way I dress, when I take so much joy in it. My apology's my deepest apologies that just the sight of me leaves you perplexed and all you can do afterwards is to ponder over "Are they real? Or are they fake?" You have my condolences because the size of my itty-bitty tiny waist sends you into a fit. I have great remorse, that the length of my hair does not please you. It saddens me that I am not really all the attractive to you, but then again I don't care. Thanks for teaching me about your narrow ideas about beauty. I could careless that you think I'm to sensitive, for your taste I'd rather suffer from my emotional angst then be numb caring myself only and having nooned care for me. I could careless that you think I'm too blunt. I don't give a s**t if you think I'm too picky, I know what I like, I know what I want and I know what I need. I could give a ******** if you don't like my stubbornness, it saddens me how I don't give a s**t about all the little things you think is important.
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