My Ex- Boyfriend - Poem by Paris Hilton

Ummmmmmmmm........ yeah... I think I agree with every1 else here lol. (Report)Reply

This is so very poignant and the indescribable pain. Such angst. It could have been written on Santa Monica Blvd. in LA. Fortunately, Paris, (may I call you Paris?) you discovered the deception in time and before contracting a social disease. I've known models and photo assistants who didn't discover, until it was too late, that a boy wasa girl, and a girl was a boy, at Barnie's Beanery. (Report)Reply

a true meaning to patheticness, unable to keep a steady state of mind and a relationship with your ownself. pahetic as what ever one could call this (Report)Reply

i so agree with bluw-eyed blonde. i did not think you could get stupider by reading something but i guess you just proved that wrong. plz be kind and stop writing (Report)Reply

wow so u make love to urself, interesting but none of use care about ur pathetic lack of a real life (Report)Reply

I didn't understand this at all. It's stupid and lame and a waste of my time. I wish I had never even read it. I think I got stupider. (Report)Reply

Well said Paris, short and swwet. (Report)Reply