Friends are For Butts
Duke Orsino tried to tell me my friends are good for me. I know for a fact that this is not true. You may wonder why, but I know you know why, gentle reader. You know your friends make you look bad, while trying to make it seem like they don't want you to think that. Enemies at least are straight to your face. But now that I think about it, do I even have enough friends to back this argument? I'm just a peanut gallery, watching the world spin. Time to write emo poetry. Orsino should love it, right?


















