once you have been burnt by a bisexual american rick idiot it takes a long time to trust again. once you have been groomed up to be raped - groomers by katy rick and bec kirks softdrinks, and raped by a ugly creepy vomit bucket and then every man you meet is just playing games on you. even as a teen i now realise a lot of guys were playing games. men are bigger bitches and gaysluuts and liars and con scammers then a lot of women. but when you have experienced it and idiots like bunnypoeta you just don't trust many people, they give you no cause to trust and obviously they went around spreeding lies about me as did joyce and doret long before I dobbed on them. i don' t owe them seeing they abused me and proved to me what liars and scammers they were, doret was not a real friend I thought she was but she was abusing me and I don't like that. she was evil. she is evil. she is not a nice person at all. none of these people are nice people.

once you have been burnt by a bisexual american rick idiot it takes a long time to trust again. once you have been groomed up to be raped - groomers by katy rick and bec kirks softdrinks, and raped by a ugly creepy vomit bucket and then every man you meet is just playing games on you. even as a teen i now realise a lot of guys were playing games. men are bigger bitches and gaysluuts and liars and con scammers then a lot of women. but when you have experienced it and idiots like bunnypoeta you just don't trust many people, they give you no cause to trust and obviously they went around spreeding lies about me as did joyce and doret long before I dobbed on them. i don' t owe them seeing they abused me and proved to me what liars and scammers they were, doret was not a real friend I thought she was but she was abusing me and I don't like that. she was evil. she is evil. she is not a nice person at all. none of these people are nice people.
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