read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

July 14, 2003
Don't blame me for your junky choices. You say I'm a bad friend? Don't understand? But I do. You said it yourself, sometimes you don't like me because I know you so well. Your love is unwavering. You said that too. Of course, you don't answer my calls when you're sucking that pipe. When I slide, you use that to justify. Say I'm a hypocrite, and take pleasure in my weakness. Look, my grip is tenuous at best, but I'm not fooling myself. I know what I am, junky to the bone.

Ring me when you want a real friend.