A jihad against A friend.

A friend.

Why? Why!? We were so fucking close together. I thought we were friend, good friend. In front of me, he's happy and funny, and all that. But when not in front of me, he always talk shit about me! I know he talks shit about me, his good friend which is good friend of mine show me his chat online when he were talking that. Fuck mate, I don't know why you do this. Why you never tell me straight about things you hate about me. Now what I'm gonna do? Treating you like a princess? All your words destroy my feeling that I ever give to you, mate.
Declared by Anonymous on Wednesday, March 30, 2016