Cakeinface

I sat there in the car with a plate of cake in my hands whist she was droning on about....well I don't even remember what it was she was yelling about this time. Every time I see her it's something different. She looks at me like she hates me. My favorite song was on the radio, but I couldn't hear it over her voice. Instead of complaining she should just fix her problems. I'm sick of hearing it. I wanted to smash the cake in her face. Her yelling, shallow, ignorant, face. We do not understand each other anymore. Cakeinface. -Kendall

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