I bet this will get edited or deleted.

i've had it with friends. Last night was the last straw. The straw that broke the punker's back, and ripped up some good cred.
When you've known someone for that long, and you've put up with a billion pounds of their shit, let them puke in your hair, drag their passed out ass out of their parents yard at 4am, give them all yr xanax, wreck my records, fuck up my video rental membership, skip out on a pregnancy test, and have the nerve to call ME the big bad b word... Well, FUCK THAT. I've been scorned for the last time.
Crawl out the suburbs for one night to drink your shitty High Life and get up on that buddhist pedestal to try and impress some barely legal tail, and ruin MY special televised event, that YOU insisted on being the help for? i don't think Jah, or any of his divine pals in the sky would think that very Zen, Ah Pook.

if yr reading this, I fucking DARE you to call me right now and see what happens.
You might be fragile, but i am very very angry.