That's BULLSHIT. If I remember correctly, I came over and you spent the next few hours cleaning your shit up. Then we had the short 'poor me' conversation, which I could not handle last night or this morning. I have my own problems and it is hard enough to remain optimistic without being brought down by you. I was trying to hang out and have an enjoyable night, but myspace and livejournal even seemed less depressing... Besides, would you rather be used for your dick?
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