Friend: how ya doing?
me: what you mean?
friend: O.o well last time i saw you, you seemed pretty upset over Dylan
me: still am
me: i wont get over him, i cant
friend: want me to go beat him up?
me: everything i like is him
me: just because he lives far away
me: me n Becka were playing hangman but instead of a word we did sentences
me: it was my turn and my sentence was, "ill wait for him"
me: it was her turn so she put, "roses are red violets are blue waiting for him is gonna kill you"
me: so it was my turn again and i put, "he;s worth dieing for"
friend: *sigh*
me: shows i like him
friend: Your worth more than him, bibbitt.
me: i know that
friend: its not what we are worth that matters its what we do with everything we're worth
