dumbshit
im still inlove you who give no responsibility to me, and tonight, yes again tonight, i am saddened by your mistreatment of me. a phone call is all, if not a kept word. im sure there are excuses, but is there no honor? i am the thief, believe me, now you. but when you steal from me there is a code that you must respect. apparently you are not aware of the definitions you are trying to convince me to adhere to.