[Maloo]

To most of the people who call themselves my "friend": You're all fake as hell. All of you are just fair-weather friends. When everything is going great, then you want to talk to me and hang out, whatever. Things are going wrong in my life? You don't even fucking ask me what's wrong. So spare me the wasted energy and just go fuck off. I don't need you in my life.

To you: I don't think I can stay over anymore... Every time I come home, I get bitched at for smelling like smoke. And I don't have the money to be taking my clothes to the laundromat before I go home every time. I don't know what to do.. I feel like this is going to push us apart so much.. I wish you had the money to get your own place and then quit smoking, or that I could afford my own place. What if this ruins us...?