CHAPTER 1: THE BIPOLAR GUY I CALL A FRIEND.
Ok, so there's this guy. And sometimes he's a really, really nice guy... but sometimes, he's a really, really annoying guy.
Like, he talks all happy to me one minute, like the world's an oyster... pearl... or some shit like that, but then we fight the next. IT'S SO GODDAMN CRAZY IT MAKES ME SAD.
But hey, I'm crazy, my friends are crazy. WE'RE CRAZY ASS PEOPLE! THAT'S JUST HOW WE ROLL!
Heh, how we ROOOLLL. my number one phrase... or Jasmine's...
ANYWAY, back to Mr. Bipolar. So yeah, he's just like me, so that's why we get along so well.
We play COD, because it's fucking amazing, we talk dirty, (not THAT dirty) we get along like a house, BURNING TO THE GROUND.
Just sometimes A CERTAIN SOMEONE puts out the fire, so we're all pissy and shit. Jesus, these moment make me so goddamn depressed. He can make me feel like a dipshit and a person at the SAME TIME. it's still so fucking confusing.
God, I don't know what I'll do with that boy.
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