you know what. it's over.
and i don't want to be friends with you anymore.
i'm sick of you getting drunk every other night.
i'm sick of you getting away with things.
i'm sick of you calling me up to talk about yourself.
i'm sick of you in general.
the clothes you wear are claimed to be designer.
but really they're just from the sales rack.
everyone's figured you out.
except for your drunken buddies.
you think you're so great.
but really you're just an immature sixteen year old.
you're so whiny too.
there's no coming back.
stay out of my life.
uhm, yeh. that's out now. ha.
happy 2009 XD