Saturday 1 January 2011 photo 1/4
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What the fuck is wrong with you?
You make me cry and you totally fucking break me. But you say you want to be my damn friend. Just some weeks after that you are making this big fuss about something that doesn't even matter to you anymore. Me. Let's face it, you don't give the damnest little shit if I laid down on the bloody freeway and got smushed to pieces. So, why don't just take three quick breaths and one big one. Then tell me. Right to my fucking face that you don't want to talk to me. You just want me out of your pathetic little life.
Tell that to my face and stop putting your damn tail between your legs.
Listen, I don't want you to stop talking to me. I want to be your friend. So I gave you that blinking chance but you didn't take it. I'm putting an end to this shit right here and now. If you want to be my friend, fine. Pick up the fucking phone and give me a damn call. Not that bloody hard, you know!
But this is my resignment of being your friend. You can ask me for the job if you want to. But then you got to raise my saloury.
Annons