I’m literally just here in my room, rotting in bed and begging them to leave me alone. And now somehow, I’m the bad guy in this story.

Fine, make me your fucking villain.

Where the fuck is she I wonder.

Heather kys. Like seriously, die.

I mean you just had to start dating a therapist. Well now suffer whore.

“I love you Matt.” Bro you met him like last week.

Same.

This should’ve been Frank.

Ugh brat.

My man Frank really goes through it with this whore. May gods give you patience soldier.

And that’s the best part.

“Make me forget.”

It never ends.

Pathetic.