somebody shoot me.
or better still shoot that person.
sometimes i wish you were dead, so i can place a bouquet of white roses on your grave, thank the heavens that you're gone, smile and walk away. im never going to look back again.

im still okay though.

imsorryimbeingsosoreaboutit

if you think you are my friend, think again.
if you think i like you, think again.
you're probably wrong on both counts.