Take your stuff, don't stay in touch.
Friendship at its best.

Vancouver in a bit? If everything goes well yeeees. (:

I used to love the way you had an opinion uneffected by anyone.
Now it makes me sick how unlike you, you are.

It's awesome how you see nothing wrong with doing coke infront of me.
Thanks guys.

Listen Gamemaster, I don't need you to hold my hand.
You picked up the pieces, to break them some more.
You left stains on my heart and stains on my soul.
But the game is changing, and I'm taking the feild.

I love that it bugs you, that I don't care anymore.

My 17, going on 18 year old, 6'2", kickboxing, football and rugby playing, beast of muscle brother just asked me to check his room for spiders because he was to scared.
I found and killed one, and now he's scared there are more. He came up stairs to sleep on the couch.
But before he fell asleep he noticed a mosquito eater. He came and got me again to get me to catch and kill it. Once we got upstairs he went mental because he didn't know where it went. So I sat up with him for a while. When it finally flew around again I had to kill it, then close the windows and give him the cat so he could sleep.
I love you Luke, but what are you going to do in University when I can't get rid of the bugs for you?

My antidepressants have stopped affecting the way I feel.
"Well, have you been taking them right?"
How the fuck can I possible take them wrong?!
"Well, how have you been taking them?"
I take it out of the bottle, take one pill out, open my mouth, put the pill in, close my mouth and swallow.
"Oh, see that's where your problem is, you're doing it wrong."
What. The. Fuck. No, I have not. That's how it says to take them.
"No no no. You need to take a shot of vodka, bafore and after each pill. That's what activates the warm feeling."

Can you just be straight up with me, tell me that you don't love me.
I'm sick of this happening so often.
You need to love me, or leave me.
Not both.