Jul 19, 2004 14:54
i am sick to my stomach. the mere thought of a person who you love and care about throwing it all away for no apparent reason is enough to break me down. we were best friends, so i thought. but i guess it all boils down to who got played. you really pulled one over on me, i got served. i thought we were boys and all you wanted was what i brought to the table. once it was gone, so were you. fuck all this. you weak motherfucker. act your age.
i quit. i am done trying to give a shit about everyone, if i don't talk to you on a regular basis, fuck off. be a fucking ghost to me, you don't mean shit.