The one you knew was me, but not anymore. You've changed AND SO don't assume that I've not.
There isn't a need for me to explain anything to anyone because actions are true, and words are not. Very much what you've said to me.
Another phase.
Your ego got into your head way too much and no, I'm not gonna let this bother me. I'm quite done with feeling accused. I call THOSE people friends? What exactly do you mean by that? Your perception and mine is different. I've already said to you umpteen times that I do not consider everyone that I know as Friends. You know that fucking well.
You were the last person I'd expected to say all these nasty things to me. "Tattoos, Drugs, Cigs and Alcohol." I've never felt so irritatingly amused yet surprised at the same time, ever. I'm sorry then, Mr. Studious. Those bloody books probably got the better of you. They obviously blocked your ability to think and analyse. There IS a difference between brutal honesty and being just plain nasty and ridiculous. Congrats for being the latter.
Note that words are just words.
NOTED. For life.
Another nasty joke and more to come.
On a lighter note, work is fine. Better plans next year, I will make it.