I love how you can bitch at someone for their wrong-doings, but justify your own with some excuse. (IE: My emotions got the better of me, They aren't the best person either, ect ect) Fact of the matter is, you've done wrong. Don't come to me and bitch me out for something you have no idea about, and then when I throw your own shit in your face, justify it with some hogwash. And honestly, if you think she's soooo immature and not understanding, leave her. Don't get with one of my best friends and try to convince them to be your "secret" mate, he deserves way better than that, and so does your mate.

While we're on the subject of yesterday, you admitted you don't like me, and that you were only nice to me "for his sake". Don't know if it was your intention for me to be hurt or something, but we've only talked about three or four times, so I didn't even honestly consider you an acquaintance of mine. Furthermore, I wasn't rude to you, mean to you, or anything of the sort, so my only guess why you don't like me is because I told you it was over. No skin off my back.

My friend paid for your parcel so you and your mate wouldn't lose it, and afterwards, you have the audacity to come to him and ask him to buy you avatars and shit, then asked him to buy around 500 in computer parts? Uh...no. That signals something wrong to me, especially after he mentioned you kept asking him if it was payday yet once he said he had to wait until then to even get anything for himself. This was before you were even dating.

I'm pretty much done with this rant, as the more I recall about you, the more I want to stick my gloved hands in glue, dip them in glass, go to town on you, then rub salt and squirt lemon juice into your wounds, and top it off with a nice dousing of rubbing alcohol. Feel the burn, baby.