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, cuz as we all know (and apparently), i don’t need
anybody.
