it’s good to know that you’re too afraid to face me. you break up with me in a facebook message. you give my dvd back through the office. what are you so afraid of? how many times have i seen you and walked right past? don’t you think that if i had that much of a desire to hit you or to yell at you, to attack you, as you put it, that i would have done so by now?
it’s also good to know that your definition of “honesty” is “rude, ugly, harsh, uncalled for, potentially wrong, selfish, mean, and cruel.” according to katie, at least. if you don’t watch the way you act and react, you’re going to get yourself into a heap of trouble some day. then again, maybe trouble would be good for you.