f u , "bud".

This morning, hung over as hell from the Army theme party in the city, I somehow gathered the courage to tell my best friend that I think he's a douchebag.

I think it was mostly the hangover speaking, otherwise I wouldn't be so blunt..

Yesterday he went to the Army party and started QQing that we didn't come with him to this far away city to party there. Sorry bud, but some of us wanna still have a sunday worth living rather than crawling into bed by noon and feeling sick all day. So he comes and complains, then starts calling us all backstabbers for not comming with him, but all going to this party instead.

Shut up already. I called you two days ago telling you I'm not dragging myself all the way to the other city. Get over it.
After calling us backstabbers, this morning I decided to tell him the truth: the only backstabber here is him.
The bitter thing is; that I really see him as my best friend. Yet he forgets my birthday. So I told him that.

I told him that he's a whiny little cunt, always complaining, while I sit here saving money that I could have spent on food (yeah we don't have alot of that lately) just to buy him an awesome birthday present; and then he doesn't even send me a card. No, his mom sends me a card. And he didn't even write his own name under it. Well, fuck that!
Fuck you and you're self-centered childish behaviour. Fuck you, complaining about having debts to your bigger brother because you bought 2 new guitars and a new i7 processor laptop. FUCK. YOU. Seriously get over yourself and realise you are a lousy-ass friend that doesn't even give me a fucking card saying congratufuckinglations to you bitch.
I don't need gifts, I don't need stuff, but I definitely would like my best friend to congratulate me on my birthday.
Especially when we celebrate our birthdays together on the same day.

Now fucking enjoy your hangover, by the looks of it, yours is worse than mine~ Enjoy your lonely sunday afternoon, "Bud"!!!


Ahhh that felt great. Fuck. = )