another letter to a few of you,

2 of you: im sick of your shit, although it comes in diffrent forms, its still shit. and im still sick of it. You both need to get over yourselves. 

Im leaving you both in my dust. 

Im sor....no, nevermind im really not. 

1 of you: I like you so much, i really hope your in my near future, im gonna pluck up my coarage someday soon, 

(mabye not, but id like to) 

im blessed.