| I don't have a lot of friends. I like to keep them though. I like friends, not acquaintances. I like people who know you, I mean actually know you. Who you can tell your darkest, darkest secrets. And that's not a typo. There are very few people who know the real me. I mean the complete, total, fucking uncensored me. The happy parts and the horrible horrible horrible fucking terrible parts. I don't share these secrets with anyone. Not even you. There are three, maybe four, people who understand what I'm talking about. And now I'm going to talk about Courtney, who is, for all intents and purposes, my oldest friend. There are a few people who have managed to get very close to me in the past three years, but even then, Courtney understands a part of me that none of you will ever be able to fathom. And it is for her now that I say this. If you ever think of fucking hurting my friends, I will kill you. Not literally, because jail isn't my bag, but I will be waiting for you when you least expect it. I swear to god, you should never ever even think of hurting one of my friends. They have been there for me when I needed it, and I will not fucking sit back and watch another person get hurt by some poorly dressed asshole that lives in a shitbox. And I realize that I'm fucking intoxicated beyond belief right now, and that disallows me from being my normal, articulate self, but I am seriously so angry right now I could fucking kill someone. And you're lucky that I can't put into words the hate I feel for you. You know what your name is. |
