i generally have a lot on my mind...whether people choose to believe it or not...and there's one thing that's been bugging me for a while...

alex.

yea, that fat, pin dicked ass hole....

caitlin came up to me the other day and mentioned how you came into the deli and asked paul (apparently very rudely) why she was working...why do you care? you say you don't want shit all to do with us...her in particular...

don't bother trying to win her back...i wouldn't think she'd want to go back to you...but then again, i'm not so sure...

why were you all funny around me the other night? why did you stare (and at who) when cait and i walked out...

i keep wondering if the time we were together was just a joke...to be honest, i don't really care...you were more of a mate than anything, but i mean, when we started hanging out, you were still fooling around with her...but she wasn't giving you what you wanted...so you targeted me instead...you had only one thing in mind when you got with me...and his name is tiny...

you were substituting what you really wanted with me...and that's disgusting...the thought of your name to me now just makes me want to be sick...

sometimes i wonder if we can ever be friends again...i liked us being friends...going out, playing pool having a laugh...but when i actually think about it, you're probably just using me to get close to her again...so lay the fuck off, ok. she's mine now. you've had more than your fair share...