Okay, I don’t mean to be a bitch or anything, but you can cut the bullshit now. You have no place here anymore, so you can take your hostile actions back to bed with you. You must feel real good about it all, huh? Well, whatever satisfaction you got from the I-told-you-so’s have gotta die sooner or later. Best be sooner than later, though. Because I still don’t feel like I owe you anything; I’ve said enough. You can cut the superior act and quit boasting about your morale and how well put together you are. I’m tired of it. I’m not suffering without you. What kind of friendship is that? Fucking chill. Alright? Good!
Mmmk, happy face! This whole indecisive thing has got to give though. Real talk.
