Sure. Whatever.

[Remember, I'm 16.]

DA :Hi! :)

Hey!

Helloooo?

Thr?

You:Yeah

DA :Hey, so what's up with you?

You:What?

DA :Nothing, I just asked whatssup. You seem busy, busy bee!

You:K.

DA :I'm thinking we should hang out. It'll be fun! Whaddya think?

You:Sure. Whatever.

You, BAMF. Who do you think you are? The King of England? No one, I repeat, NO ONE 'K's me.

That too with a dot. No.

I'm pissed. (Danger)

You can't treat me like your old Pallika jersey rolled up and stuffed at the back of the drawer. Dude, I'm Chanel.

Aaaaargh.

I hate you. Sorry, lovehate you.

Love= 1.73% Hate= 98.27%

1.73 cause you're the best buddy I've ever had. Period.

But seriously, what's up with you right now?

If I

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I find the guy who's funny and friendly and fabulous. Now you're just fuck annoying. Your ego's been inflated and you don't have a byte of a nice thing to say to me anymore. Your indifference stings. Sarcasm's nice but it comes with a but. Having a normal conversation with you isn't the fun it used to be, it's more of an uphill task. You're too obsessed with your lil gimmicks. We're teens, yeah. That can save you only so much. You know I'm your only hope for sanity. Hold onto me like leeches do to cattle. I'm making an effort now. I'm doing it today, maybe tomorrow but if you're jackass enough to not know my market value (USD 9482)

Sure. Whatever.

- Sleeping Devika