You have to realize that I do whatever the fuck I want. And news FLASH “old great one” but I’ve been doing it for a while. The only way you found out about what I do is from my lack of caring that you know. You stopped caring, so you know what, I did too. Why bother. You stopped caring where I went, what I did, or who I hung out with. THANK YOU. That whole little “phase” of yours changed my life, in my opinion, for the better. It give me one less reason to make me your fucking angel. So, I’m kind of glad you know. I hope you realize that your opinion of where my money goes and what I choose to do in life with my friends, goes in one ear and out the other.
So just continue to pretend that I’m sitting in this room doing gods know wtf you think I did before, or accept the goddamn truth about your daughter.
