Also, gotta say it’s fucking sad when my ex-“boyfriend” (who wasn’t really even my boyfriend and only went out with me for $35) cares more than the man I was in love with for five fuckin’ years.
Charlie was the first person to tell me Happy Birthday, you ass… I have yet to see anything from you. Johnny Christ, why did I care about our friendship for so fucking long? It’s obvious you’re more interested in lifting weights and scoring pussy.
If you do happen to run into the boy I used to know, down that fucking sad road you’re traveling, tell him I said “hi”.
