What the FUCK.
Who exactly do you think you are? No one special, to be, well, QUITE honest.
HEAR HEAR! THE NUMERO UNO REASON TO STOP TALKING TO YOUR BEST FRIENDS IS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE SHIT. Fuck you.
Okay, I'm sure I can be plenty obnoxious and unmanageable at times. BUT YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF IT. Let me bow down to you, ya hipster bitch. (P.S. No one likes your superawesomebetterthanme friends, not even their "own" kind.) You were my BEST FRIEND. WHY couldn't you talk to me about it? I could of handled it, unlike YOU obviously. Because you SUCK DICK at confronting people.
Drugs WILL kill you.
Cigarettes WILL kill you.
Drinking WILL (eventuallymaybe) kill you.
Dressing straight outta the thrift, and the overpriced shops in 5 points, will probably get you jumped.
So, stop staring at me in class. I know you regret it. GOOD, you should. I know you're ignoring me, I've known since October.
Stop trying to stir shit when Calli is finally happy.
Cross Walk- Envy on the Coast
