Or better, really.I mean, this can only get better.
This is rock bottom after all.
...I don't know what I'm talking about.
But I do know I'm just about fed up at this point.
I can't take it anymore.
For the next 3 years, I will be an a*****e about things, I will be a b***h, I will be cold and distant.
******** having friends,
I don't need them.
What good are they anyways?
You spill your heart to them, because they were suppose to be there for you.
But what do they do?
They take your heart and shove it down your throat.
They have no thought or regard for your feelings whatsoever.
Sure, in the end it is his choice, but really, you two would have never met if I didn't meet you first.
But whatever.
I hope you two die. Or even better, you get pregnant.
