Monday, 3 May 2010
01:52:38 PM (GMT)
No, I don't like you.
Complications are complicated, ok?
Don't get me to explain.
Real life is a complication to kupika, not the other way around.
This stuff was on my plate before this whole charade even started happening.
You sicken me.
I'm being serious.
You recommend me for someone else.
"Ooh, go talk to those people, not me! I can't be bothered to listen to you
OH GO DIE IN A HOLE.
No, we're not going back to the incident, and
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
YES WE ALL KNOW HE'S A GAY FAG.
You can't be bothered with me?
I can't be bothered with you either.
SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.
My calculator is awesome, thankyouverymuch.
I don't need someone like you, a nasty complicated complication to tell me
I know you like building dens.
I know you like cricket.
I know you're a pigeon.
Yes, we all know that.
we've all known since foreverneverever
BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO BRAG, OK.
Attention seeking much?
I FORGOT MY POINT.
I have my life, you have yours.
Live yours, because dude, you need one.
I don't need your suggestions.
I don't need your on-and-off-icity.
God, that sucks.
I DON'T NEED TO LISTEN.
But yeah, you're still my best friend.
Last edited: 3 May 2010