What if I told you that you were my reason for everything?
Would you be happy?
Or, what if I told you that you were the reason for this music on my ipod? You know, the emo stuff that sings hopeless lyrics into my ears.

What if I told you that I thought you were a slut? A two-timing bitch who I didn’t care about anymore. What would you say? Would you even care? Or would you be too busy arousing attention from Golden Eyes over there?

Maybe I’m not mad because of you… no, I’m not. You just seem like the perfect target for my anger, since you’re the very reason I’m here in the first place. So go on with your petty friends. Continue seducing them until they fall down dead from the countless STDs that you’ve gained over your many years of Whorish conduct.

What you won’t realize is that you’re losing every good friend you ever had. All because you want attention. And when you don’t get it? You go off and slit your pathetic wrists… just like you made me do..