October 2011
People I hate.
Those “friends” who haven’t talked to you in forever, and so they’ll randomly start a conversation out of no where. They’re playing it cool, asking you how you’ve been and stuff. Suddenly, they have the fucking nerve to ask you for a favor, or ask to borrow something. Yeah, how about no. Fuck off. When I needed something you weren’t there, so why should I be there when you need something? I’m nice, but not that nice.
If my future has you in it, I'm not afraid of the rest.
