June 2013
I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.
3 AM and your phone buzzes. you get a text. it reads, “i messed up. i cut.” you let out a heavy sigh and look outside your window to see another tree gone. when will your friend give up his lumberjack ways
i was not expecting this
