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I don't know why you apologized.
I don't know why you think you're cool, IMing me.
I don't know why you care what I do to myself.
I don't know why you care if I die or not.
I don't know you.



You do the same shit.
You drink.
You fuck yourself up.
I'm not even going into it.
Fuck you.



I'm in a great mood.
And I'm not being sarcastic.
Cause I spent time with asianboy today.
And that was amazing.



You owe me shit.
And soon.
I'm not coming to you in 3 months asking for my shit back.
I want it.
Now.
So you can come by after work or something tomorrow and bring it.
After that?
I don't want to see you.