8:33 p.m.

Know what? Screw you. Go ahead and flip out on someone who does nothing to you, hit him, if you want, but don't expect him to come running after you when you storm of for no fucking reason... Go ahead and build up your goddamn depression, I do it all the time, but I have the balls to admit that it's entirely my own fault, whereas you'd rather blame us for not bleeding pity out our asses after you hurt us.

-B

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