Yeah, you might be prettier than me, & have more friends than me. And you might hangout with hotter guys than me, and get fucked up more than me. You might have more clothes and money than me, and not give a fuck about school, unlike me. You might be carefree, unlike me. But one day, you’re going to wish you stayed true to who you were, like me. Because you’ll have nothing, except memories of fake ass friends who dont even talk to you anymore. So don’t talk shit on me or my lifestyle, because one day, you’re going to wish it was yours.
Story of my life.