november 28th, 2004 / 12:19 p.m.

how can you call yourself a friend? i can't believe you'd try to claim loyalty when behind my back you're throwing knives praying for a direct hit. stop being so fucking selfish. i don't give a fuck if misery loves company. you always said you felt i deserved better, now i've found better, and you fucking go and pull this shit? fuck you. don't you get it? she doesn't like you like that. if you expect us to treat you like the person you say you are, make sure you deserve it. because right now you're no friend of mine, and you're maturity level is hovering somewhere around 14.

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