du warst doch schöner als ich besoffen war

Sometimes I just sit here and wonder why I have, like, 2 friends and wonder why I’m such a loser in that department. Most of the time I don’t mind, but sometimes it would be nice to hang out with someone I guess. Whatever. Then that one person comes out of the woodwork to remind me why I have, like, 2 friends and I just have to sit back and laugh.

You don’t get to claim to be my friend and only call me when it gets hot outside. You don’t get to claim to be my friend and ignore me whenever I do brain-fart and grace you with my presence. You don’t get to claim to be my friend and then never communicate with me directly. My mother is not my goddamn personal secretary. And you… you’re no friend.

You’re the same asshole you’ve been since we were kids. The only difference is now I’m grown up and wiser and I see right through you. You’re a gigantic louser in more ways than one and I choose to not be around any of them. So, please go fuck yourself.