Fuck you, fuck your shit…
This night was good, funny, I went out with my friends and shit, everything good, till’ Jonathan (yeah the piece of crap that was supossed to be my best friend), talks about going to a pool and drink with some girls from his school, so everybody was like “yay ok”, I wanted to go but it’s not like I’m going to die if I don’t.
So, He started telling everybody the plan secretly (to avoid that other guys that were there, heard it), but the cunt didn’t told me anything, so ok, I can deal with it, I don’t care, I don’t mind.
Oh yeah! somebody remembered that I was there and told him “Jonathan, aren’t you going to talk with Victor about it?”, But, he said: “No, he’s always flying in the space or something, remember that we can’t count on him, unless we need money or his computer.”, OH LITTLE FUCKER, DIDN’T YOU NOTICED THAT I WAS THERE?, at least say it secretly, cunt, son of a bitch, now I don’t feel bad for fucking his girlfriend, fuck you, fuck your shit, fuck your friendship, fuck whatever that’s related with you.
