I dunno what you talkin bout... but first I'm cute to you, then I'm real pretty, then I'm ugly, then I'm not all that...

I don't take nothing you say seriously, but you have a hard time takin jokes, cuz u really tryna break down what I say like I'm actually arguin wit you. The guys that called me ugly were ones that were pissed that I broke up wit them, thinkin of a way of takin a stab at my spirit when they called my personality beautiful as well as my face especially when they get jealous in public.

What's funny is I don't claim to be beautiful or special, so that's where that ends.

But what I see in you is conceit which makes you look ugly, like you have to be the center of whatever, someone doesn't recognize you, then all hell breaks loose. Your spirit isn't humble it's thirsty for the least bit of attention. That's why I can't conversate wit you normally. You always have to try to find a way to make yourself look good. You got the last word in that post, I told you to smile. What's so hard bout movin on?

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