I'll make a fucking HUGE deal about it.
1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
4. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement
Yeah, I had to dictionary.com the word 'friend'.
I get annoyed with people (people I've only ever met or talked to once, or see on a daily basis but never really talk to, partied with once, etc.) and call me their 'friend'. Don't interrupt my conversations with my actual friends and ask/tell me something completely unnecessary just to look like you're my friend, "Fuck off" is all you're gonna get from me.
I don't usually target anyone in particular, but fuck that, I'm targeting my brother and his friends. Teenybopper wankers.
A bunch of year 8s, ok. Fair enough I met all of you boys at my brother's 13th and got along. Just a job I had to do, none of you wanted to talk to my mum 'cause she's "uncool" (FYI she's so cool, she's ice-cold) so I was appointed to looking after the party, and to get to know who all of you were and to analyse your behaviours.
Just 'cause you're friends with my brother doesn't mean you're my fuckin' friend when I've talked to you once in my whole life. Don't expect me to remember you in the next three days, 'cause I won't.
Also, to those who surf MySpace, Bebo, Asiagroove, MyBrute and whatever. Don't tell my friends that you're good friends with me. Don't think that we won't talk about it, 'cause they'll ask me "Do you know a Dianne from blah blah blah, she said that you guys were tight as", because I'll be blunt and straightforward as I'll say "Who the fuck is Dianne?" Prepare yourself for embarrassment 'cause when the day comes to when we finally meet, I'll ask you, "Why did you say you know me?" And don't give me a bullshit answer like, "Oh sorry, I thought you were another Gina." Seriously, fuck off. Make sure you've got the right person before you go opening your mouth. Yeah?
I don't know you, I don't like you and I definitely don't trust you. You're not my fuckin' acquaintance, nor are you a comrade, NOR do you support or sympathize with.
Maybe I don't have as many friends as the guys who smoke, laugh and loiter outside McDonalds after school. But I'm happy with what I've got, I don't need to look popular because my friend count is in the near thousands. I don't wanna be known or discussed about, I'd rather keep it on the down low, real.
Song: Four Horsemen Of 2012
Artist: Klaxons
Album: Myths Of The Near Future
Omg lol, I made my brother cry.
Suck it up.
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