i’m really hnot. i can’t anon you anyway. and i wouldn’t wanna. notice how you’re msging me? lololol. c’mobn bitch, it’s not like what you say with matter. theo nly people who matter are theo ne’s who care about me, and they thinnk you’re a dirty slutty cunt. and idk you, but you stole the boy who i loved a lot, so yes, in my eyes you are fuckign slut. you’re excuse “he said it was an open relationsihp” facebook, cunt. it said i was dating him. i sent him posts saying I LOVE HIM, who would say thatu nless it was true? i lived with him………..ahahahah before you. i was his, befopre you. he loved me way before he loved you. and i don’t give a fuck you stupid fucking raped reject. you are as worthless as the tumblr account and blog you use. gotta problem with me? fucking please, oh fucking please, see me in person. i’d love to slit your throat. i’d love to make you cry like you made me cry. i’d love to fucking hurt you physcially, as much as you hurt me emotionally.i’d love to give the same scars i have from this whole stupid fucking situation, i’d love to fucking be the reason you’re dead. and i don’t care if i end up in the hole, i don’t. it’d be worth every fucking horrific second. and you know why? BECAUSE I’M SHAELYN JULIET MULLER, AND I AM FUCKING CRAZY. AND I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU THINIK. ahahahahahahhahaa
you're so obsessed with saying shit to me on anon that i'm surprised you haven't found my new url yet, you're a fucking retard.
I am such a bitch, because i love you. because you’re accusing me of the most stupid shit. i’m sorry i’m too fucked up for all of you, but me and her are ending our lives tonight. drunk as fuck.
that’s why you don’t matter anymore.and i know you won’t miss me when i’m dead. but jaymee, i’ll always love you. even if you are a fucking idiot.
i bet you couldn't make me blink. and the thing is, i might hate the fuck out of you... but i'm still ALWAYS going to be prettier than you, inside and out... and the best part is, i don't need anyone to back me up or say i'm wrong because i fucking know it, i KNOW i'm better than you... and how many fucking times have i told you to never talk to me again, you keep sending me fucking anons you lame fuck.
dude you fucking blocked me on tumblr, i can’t send you shit you stupid fuck, i can’t even look up your url. retard.
you stole that line off of my tumblr you twit. can't you be original? nope, you're just like every other whiney, stoned scene kid out there...
the point still got across, didn’t it? and that’s fine. you’ll be sorry when i’m dead. oh wait, no you won’t. whoops. if that’s true, [so is bitch,] then why are you still talking to me?
i can make a gif of me slitting my wrist with blood splurting out for you if you want. [.cmonn hoe you know that’s where the good shit is at c;]
i bet i could make you vomit, vomit vomiiiiit. kinda like how i puke when i think of you [ i can make a gif/video of that too if you want]



