Oh sure, that's no problem I can change my hours... Leave my dog home alone all weekend... Wear out my fuckin' car... Pay a $200.00 phone bill... Spend a fortune on gasoline... Neglect my job... Neglect my health... Nurse a broken heart... Live with a fucked up mind... Take lots of mental-fucking-illness-drugs... Waste my money... Waste my time... Start smoking... Kill off my fucking soul... Suck on the end of a gun barrel... Blow my fuckin' head off... Isn't that what friendship means to you?
Reason for writing:
You know who you are...
Birth sign: Leo
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