The story ended the day I caught you in the bar by yourself, with a drink and a cigarette in your hand. You couldn't wait to bring some sleezebag home with you. You're cheap, devoid of honesty and integrity. End of that story.
yeah I don't care what this kid think's about me but I think about him ALL the time about how he is a jerk I hate him but I need to just STOP being mean to him and be nice then maybe he will be nice to me