i'm flipping you off in my head.

since OCTOBER we have talked about getting away.

we've talked about it for our freaking birthday.

(which you constantly ask me when my birthday is.. it's 2 flipping days after yours. we have talked about this fffffooooorrrrreeevvvvveeeeerrrrr)

you kept saying "i'm too poor jence." 

so i decided to not take off a weekend of work,

well then i had too for a wedding, so I thought I talked you into skipping out of life too...

oh but no, your still too poor.

BUT SURE ENOUGH.... I called you this weekend to hang out... 

And your in 

FREAKING SAINT GEORGE.

oh but you have not money so HOW  the fu****************** did you get down there?

I secretly think you went with that raf chick, 

which is fine cause 

WE AREN'T ANYTHING

AND I UNDERSTAND THAT

but we are best friends, you can tell me stuff like that.

i'm think i'm pissed because 

you are my best friend,

well secretly i  don't think im yours.

i hate that you use me,

and i don't even know what Im freaking good for.

I don't think of you as much like that, like i use too

but like i said,

your my best friend,

but right now,

i hate you.