months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. it was amazing you finally

got a rise out of me. i lau

I cried (well i tried, but i laughed again). who the fuck needs a caricature to be

their friend? it's so fucking stupid. i'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe

even x2). and i wonder wha

Really thought of me. an intimate friend? a loud-mouth jerk or just a novelty? this

is not an apology, just therapy, cuz as we all know (and apparently), i don't need

anybody.