I hid inside my room like a fucking coward (what?
please kill me). the past eighteen months flashed before
me in the last eight long hours.
it was amazing you finally got a rise out of me. I lau
I cried (well I tried, but I laughed again).
who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend?
it's so fucking stupid. I'm just as scared and insecure
as you (maybe even x2). and I wonder wha
Really thought of me. an intimate friend?
a loud-mouth jerk or just a novelty?
this is not an apology, just therapy,
'cause as we all know (and apparently), I don't need anybody.