Just an apology, because I'm happy to admit when I have made a mistake. And right now I have made a mistake. Saying things, and writing things about people who have been there for me. Some of them are true, and I'm not going to tell you what was right or wrong. But my favourite Barbie has a split personality. Sometimes she is in the wrong, and sometimes she is in the right, but she is the one girl who knows everything about me, even if she doesn't care about some of it. And sometimes she doesn't keep everything to herself. But then neither do I.
We both know that we are the happiest, luckiest two girls in the world. And I'm sorry about the things I say about you, but I'm not going to deny that I meant them. That maybe I still mean them, but nobody is perfect. You're a bitch, and so am I. And I love you. Bimbo.
I don't blog, I write . . . but this is just an apology, or a confession.
Just, Me.
We both know that we are the happiest, luckiest two girls in the world. And I'm sorry about the things I say about you, but I'm not going to deny that I meant them. That maybe I still mean them, but nobody is perfect. You're a bitch, and so am I. And I love you. Bimbo.
I don't blog, I write . . . but this is just an apology, or a confession.
Just, Me.
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