Goodbye, Frienemy.

If I wanted to bicker and argue everyday about stupid shit, I would still talk to Marcus.

If I wanted someone to judge me based on my appearance, I would listen to my family.

If I wanted to compete for every man I come across, I'd be friends with you.

I am done with this mess. I am 26. You're 23. I am short. You are tall. I am pretty. You're...well, I don't know what you are, but I know I look better. ha

I'm tired of this shit. You know? You're immature, you're selfish, you're spoiled.

Get a real job. Find yourself. Leave me alone.

I was out of line tonight and I know that. I shouldn't have swung, but I did. Too late now and I don't regret it. You deserve everything you get.