"Hey Matty! Love your Senior Pic By The Way, you're eyes are GORGEOUS. Anywhoo, I saw [MR.OZ] the other day! Was He here to see you! That's SO cute. I wish my boyfriend would come see me at school, Hahahahaha, Man, you're so lucky. Well, Gotta run to class! Love you! OH! Text me if you want to hang out this weekend!"
"Matty! So I need some help in Photo. Do yuo think you could help me with the red? I just can't seem to find the right "tween" you know? Oh! I saw [MR.OZ] the other day! wasn't it nice of him to come visit you at school? I heard that he brought you lunch. Cute. See you fourth!"
MR.OZ AND I ARE NOT TOGETHER.
I KNOW YOU KNOW THIS.
STOP WISHING.
STOP CARING.
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT.
I'm VERY VERY VERY SINGLE.
And in the oh so kind words of Mr.Choir [And yes, he prepared me for them]
MR.OZ AND I WILL NEVER GET BACK TOGETHER.
Please let the dead horse die.
I've done everything in my power to get back together with him for 3 months.
Clearly HE doesn't want it to happen.
Plus,
after takling to him,
He's not a person that I would date anyways.
He's dead.
His soul is rotten, and his mind is lost.
From his myspace,
He's become so cynical and heartless,
that apparently he's going to hell for many different reasons.
It makes me pity the lost carcass that he calls his life.
He's not even a reject-fag that i MIGHT spend a MOMENT talking to.
He's a reject that i'd make fun of, and laugh at.
Matty B.
