Today is my bestfriends birthday....
is he actually my best friend? ? ?
He is always makeing fun of me or teasing me somehow.
he hits me and kicks me and hurts me bad.
I don't know if this is his way of being nice or being mean..
I have bruses intunally from him he always calls me fat...
he doesn't mean to i am sure but still he does.
i am fat but i don't need the reminder of it.
he hurts me and that is all i have to say.
but he still is my friend and i don't know why.
he is like a drug to me.
i can't stay away
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