Some people just bring out the spite in me, that’s all.

And I think that’s fine.

stop calling your friends and see how long it takes before they call you.
It’s called, Find Out Who Your Real Friends Are

You were born a street rat.

You will die a street rat.

And only your fleas will mourn you.

In the interest of transparency.

Oooh. I bet you think that’s me. Haha, nah. I don’t have time to waste on hate.