When you need me the most, I'll be sure to run and hide
You know, it's really disappointing to come to the realization that some friends of mine aren't really my friends.
It's not my fault if people don't understand me. It's not my fault that I have my own thoughts/opinions that I verbalize quite clearly. It's not my fucking fault if I think Look Who's Talking is gay. Or that Avril Lavigne can suck my goddam fucking imaginary cock. I don't give a fuck. And it's definitely not my fault if I'm misunderstood. My job is to be me, and that's all I am. Christ.
Unfortunately, I knew nothing about this because those whom it concerned decided to bitch about it behind my back. Well fuck you. I don't want to talk about it now.
Maybe you aren't as good of a friend as I once thought you were.