Your the last mofo I'd talk to about any of my shit.

YOU: You know Anny, she keeps it all bottled up.
ME: Is that suppose to be my fault that I can't talk to anyone about anything?
YOU: Yes. You can't keep it in forever.
YOU: One day,you're going to explode, and when you do,I hope I'm there to watch you.
YOU: So that I can help you.
Pish posh, gtfo. I dislike you and your fakeness.

Notes, August 26, 2010