Intense...
< Hypocrite >
Danny, why were you sitting with them and not me?
< let him go >
Fuck off, Kyle. You do know I have more friends other than you? Or do you still live in your little bubble when I'm antisocial?
< Hypocrite >
Is this about that one fight we had? Grow up, Dan.
< let him go >
Oh really? You're pulling the "Grow Up" card? Well, let me tell you a fucking story. When you moved, Ralph told me to grow up and move on. When you broke up with me for Kendall the head cheerleader, Will told me to grow up and move on while we cuddled. When you begged for me to take you back, I told myself to grow up and move on. And I'm sick of growing up. And I'm really fucking tired of moving on so Kyle. No I will not grow up. You insulted me. Of fucking course I'm antisocial because I have an awful clingy ex boyfriend/bestfriend. You keep making fun of me for having one friend but you only have one friend. Had one friend. That was me. I have more than you and I'm antisocial to you and you're not? Kyle, I have seven words for you.
Grow up. Fuck off. Leave me alone.
