Everything that has happened, all the pain… the tears… the anger… the sleepless nights, were for a reason… to bring me closer to you
Stop whipping the shit. You don’t like the smell of shit, stop whipping it.
Bitchbook, Slutbook, they need to call it Fuckbook. Profile pic is hot, but in person you look Yuckbook. Hellbook, Tellbook, bitches can’t Spellbook. Hate behind your back, but in person wish you Wellbook. Glitchbook, Snitchbook, Fake Family Listbook. I understand subliminals, you’re trying to steal my Manbook. Rudebook, Feudbook, tell your every Movebook. Don’t ever need TV cause the drama is here: FACEBOOK!
You don’t have to like me! I’m not a Facebook status.
Why do people always post their business on Facebook then have the audacity to get mad when everyone is discussing it?
*singing* You’re so vain! I bet you think this status is about you, don’t you, don’t you?
Who needs television when there is so much drama on Facebook?
I don’t give anyone a reason to hate me. They create their own little drama out of pure jealousy.
You should be in movies! You’re such a drama queen.
Drama, lies, tears: cheers to the teenage years!
Save the drama for your mama!
So much drama, so little time.
Sweetie, if you’re going to be two-faced, at least make one of them pretty.
What is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.
Drama: they say they hate it, but they create it.
There comes a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything. But it’s not giving up, it’s realizing you don’t need certain people and the drama they bring.
I understand girls talk behind my back. But the thing is, I’m real and that’s something they lack.
I would write ‘Dear Diary, today I’ve convinced myself that it’s okay to give up. Don’t take risks. Stick with the status quo, no drama, now is just not the time. But my reasons aren’t reasons they’re excuses.’ All I’m doing is hiding from the truth and the truth is that I’m scared, Stefan. I’m scared that if I let myself be happy for even one moment that the world is just gonna come crashing down and I don’t know if I can survive that.
I burden you with all my drama and I want you to do the same.
I’m probably in the sky, flyin’ wit the fishes. Or maybe in the ocean, swimmin’ wit the pigeons. See my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne. And if you want trouble bitch I want the same thang