Screw all this abstract sh*t. I'm going to get real here.

I thought, after what we have been through together all this frigging time, you would at least pretend to be present for me. Just be there for me. Like I was always there for you, just that you never notice. Maybe because I don’t measure up to your cooler, more amazing college friends. Maybe I am such a hideous, no, gruesome, dirt-faced loser in your eyes. Maybe you have never even acknowledge me as a friend. Ever. You know, at one point, I’m just going to be tired of this f*cking fake friendship thing and actually become a f*cking cynic once and for f*cking all. At that moment, please don’t come back to me, because I might just slap my so-called best friend in the frigging perfect, pretty face.