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.