You told me that you’d offer me when you had some, and that at the moment you didn’t have anything to offer to me. But now that you have something you don’t even bother to offer me. I’m not mad nor am I asking you to offer me anything at all but hurt that you took advantage of me like that.
My mom decided to get me a visa card, at first it sounds fucking great, but when you really think about it, she’s just trying to track down where I spend my stuff, and what I spend my stuff on. Thus meaning I can no longer but weed.