Like, seriously.
I'm hanging out in the living room where most people usually hang out.

But no,
All of them are just in the bedroom.

Fuck you.
I'm smoking my cigarettes, and you receive none.
I'm going to the portfolio review tomorrow, who told you to get one?
Who told you what day and what time?

Who set up your tour for Pratt?
Who even came up with touring Pratt?
Who got the directions and got us there?

Fuck you.

I'm in Brooklyn, and I'm with no one.

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