I don't need him.

I thought I did. Man, I thought he was sooo cool. I thought he was my best friend. More like a brother than anything. But I guess missing him that year he was gone was a big waste of my time. If he liked it so much, maybe he should go back. Have gay sex (we all know) and get aids. YEAH. that'd almost be as cool as getting drunk every weekend. FUCK YEAH. He's so cool. I wish I was as cool as him. I really wish he actually cared about me instead of pretending to all these years. I mean, if he really did then he'd still talk to me like I have feelings instead of talking about me like I'm not standing right there. I don't get it. I don't get him. I don't get you.

What are you trying to prove? That you're just like your loser brothers? That's cool. You do that. You be a fucking alcoholic. I don't give a fuck. See, cause I have the people I need. Fuck the drama you bring into my life. I don't need it. I don't need you. I don't need your problems. I have my own. Honestly, I hope your happy. I hope you turn your life around, because we all know you're headed in the wrong direction. Good luck, man. You'll need it.

So this weekend, when you're blacking out because of alcohol and weed, I'll be with him. We'll be sober, but happy. I don't need drugs and alcohol to make me happy. I need him. Even if you did invite me, I wouldn't go. I have better, more important people to be with.