It s none of my f*in business, and I acted like it s whatever, not that acting any different would change anything.
But here I am, just got off work, f*in exhausted, helped my mom clean the house, but all I could think about, is you with the two girls, cooking.
When I first got home, I was thinking this:
You would drive in from where you were, to UBC, to see your brother s girlfriend and her roommate cook. And yet... not visit me. Guess I m just f*in trash friend that you get to share things you want to share with.
I hate you because I love you. I love you because I hate you.
Screw this, I m gonna sleep.
Ps. I f*in hate your stupid sexy asian girls wallpaper package on your f*in laptop. True story.