Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.
do you ever lay in the dark and think about what a shitty person you are or is that just me
It’s like you hurt me, then expect me to not hurt you back, then get mad when i do as if you didnt deserve it, then you get mad when i look for someone else because ive finally had enough pain, then you lead me on and expect me to keep fighting for you, but then when i do, you say you dont want to be with me. Why bother try? You suck…