Kiki, I’m going to tell you like this because I believe my comments are being deleted. There’s a certain word for bitches like you. You fat, greasy bitches will sit high and mighty behind a trailer and pop your shit, knowing you use a twin-size sheet as a bedroom door and your best outfit includes Cookie Monster pajama pants.I hope and pray that whoever caused you to have such a great amount of hate for Black people makes you hate us even more. Because the truth is, either that hate was installed in you from birth, or you got molested and are so angry that you sit on the internet projecting it onto anyone who will give you attention.I hope, before you die, that somebody does a loved one dirty in the worst way possible. I hope your favorite family member or friend is slaughtered in a gore video, and I hope your father continues to molest you. I hope everything bad that you’ve balled up deep inside of you—those feelings—becomes so powerful that you attempt to kill yourself, only to wake up and realize nobody gave a fuck.I think that’s what your anger really is. Mommy and Daddy don’t, and never have, loved anything about you, and that’s why you project so much.One day you’re going to die, Kiki, and I hope it’s a painful one. I hope your neck is cut while you’re tied up and all you can do is silently scream and choke on your own blood. I hope you get bold enough to say this to someone in person and they make an example out of you by putting your head on a stick. I hope you genuinely rot and become maggot food in your 2XL casket, you fat, greasy loser.
Ps: I made sure to fix any grammatical errors so your white brain can comprehend. I notice you like as if your educated in the comments like the highest education in your family isn’t a high school diploma.
Kiki, I’m going to tell you like this because I believe my comments are being deleted. There’s a certain word for bitches like you. You fat, greasy bitches will sit high and mighty behind a trailer and pop your shit, knowing you use a twin-size sheet as a bedroom door and your best outfit includes Cookie Monster pajama pants.I hope and pray that whoever caused you to have such a great amount of hate for Black people makes you hate us even more. Because the truth is, either that hate was installed in you from birth, or you got molested and are so angry that you sit on the internet projecting it onto anyone who will give you attention.I hope, before you die, that somebody does a loved one dirty in the worst way possible. I hope your favorite family member or friend is slaughtered in a gore video, and I hope your father continues to molest you. I hope everything bad that you’ve balled up deep inside of you—those feelings—becomes so powerful that you attempt to kill yourself, only to wake up and realize nobody gave a fuck.I think that’s what your anger really is. Mommy and Daddy don’t, and never have, loved anything about you, and that’s why you project so much.One day you’re going to die, Kiki, and I hope it’s a painful one. I hope your neck is cut while you’re tied up and all you can do is silently scream and choke on your own blood. I hope you get bold enough to say this to someone in person and they make an example out of you by putting your head on a stick. I hope you genuinely rot and become maggot food in your 2XL casket, you fat, greasy loser.
Ps: I made sure to fix any grammatical errors so your white brain can comprehend. I notice you like as if your educated in the comments like the highest education in your family isn’t a high school diploma.