blahhh.

Yeah, you might be prettier than me, and have more friends than me. And you might hang out with hotter guys than me, and get fucked up. Have more clothes and money than me, and not give a fuck about school, unlike me. You might be carefree, unlike me. But one day, you're going to wish you stayed true to who you were, like me. Because you'll have nothing, except memories of fake ass friends who don't even talk to you anymore. So don't talk shit about me or my lifestyle, because one day, you're going to wish it was yours.

You're pathetic. You tell every girl exactly what they want to hear just to make sure everyone likes you. But in the end; they all end up hating you.