You have no right to interfere in to anything. Just as bad as enough, you can continue finding your bloody girlfriends. You can continue gallivanting around finding little unholy skirts of the dark ally. You, treacherous, lecherous man of many bad vices. I despise you and you have no say in anything. You are not the old you, you have changed. Changed from a man I once respected with all my life, to a man I detest and despise. Gamble your life away with few sticks, dirty the whole place and expect people to serve you. No fucking rights, I say.
You guys had better stop fighting. Fuck. I can't wait to move out and not talk to you guys anymore. You guys meeting each other are the reason why I'm so fucking pissed every weeknight& weekend
Gatherings? Fuck them. What's a little gathering got to do with anything when you guys can't coordinate everybody. And start flaring. Fuck.
Why. Why do we appear happy on the outside. Why do we seem to have war inside. Why wars and battles and fights. Ugh.
Dizzy.
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