You say I’m an asshole when I stand up for my friends that treat you like shit, I call you out on being a bitch and you loose it. You tell me to kill myself when I’m being honest but maybe I should. Maybe you’d finally realize what you say hurts people not just me but other people too, you’re goal is to upset me when I’m being nice. It’s not my fault that you turn into a bitch easily. You think that you’re life is so hard because you’re parents are divorced but at least you get to see your parents. Sorry but you’re a cunt and I’m not gonna tolerate you treating my best friends like shit. But maybe if I did kill myself you’d see that I was right you call me all these things when most things with people come with a struggle I’m shy and quiet I usually don’t say more than a sentence to people I’m an outsider and I know that but I know that if I was to leave this earth people would say how much of a great guy I was when most of them probably have talked to me once. I care about everybody and for you to call me an asshole when you toy with my friends emotions is bullshit and makes you a bitch so I’m sorry but you need to open you’re eyes and get a reality check because obviously you’re to busy being a complete cunt then to see who I really am. But it’s to late there’s no hope of me every giving a shit about you anymore. If you’re broken and can’t see away out I’ll just look at you and say it’s karma bitch get over it.