Can you just stop being around? Every time I see you I want to break your stupid nose. You ruin basically everything I have going for me then have the audacity to start hanging out in the same place I’ve been since before my freaking freshman semester. Its like you’re provoking me with your existence. One day I’m probably gonna snap. I’m gonna look up, see you’re sharmootah face and give in to the urge to smash it against something. So please, for your own safety, stop coming around.
side note that’ll probably be the only reason I’d ever go to jail… thank god I have friends in law school