I'm sorry you're sorry. For the things you've done. But even friends judge one another sometimes. I don't know how I could have done all that, seen you through every single thing that happen, yet keep mum about it. I'm not a person who tell-tales. I'm not a person who gossips. And I'm certainly not one who indulge in sharing some other people's personal secrets. I prefer listening out, hearing out for somebody, and talking them through and watching their backs for them. That's what I'm better at.
And she said. You pick up this and that from people you think they're cool. But did you ever know, those things that you pick up aren't at all cool? I couldn't agree more. The life of a god-damned playboy is a life of a loner. But what seeps beneath a players' soul is one of a life of a lonely stranger. Why else do you think the only other people you're seeking out is the only person left there for you?
I'm second guessing you're thinking that having sex with more than one woman, and allowing the nights of fun a cool way to start your maturity stage now. Im telling you right now, that it'll never be cool to a woman. Especially a woman that you love.
Not now, not ever. And don't even think you're maturing just because your dick is sticking into one too many holes.
It's sad to watch the many scenes go by. And your life changing from such a good one, to one that looks as though there are bountiful of shit all over your face. You disgust me. From top to bottom. That even though I'm guilty sometimes when you treat me well and good, I'm telling you. You still disgust me.
You're young. You're still very young. No wait, You're still immature.
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