Birthday Paranoia

He's my friend. More than a friend sometimes. I guess the word 'friend' is too typical to be used in his case. He's paranoid, stubborn and annoying. That's the qualities that makes me love him more because he's not scared to strut it. Happy Birthday Baby Boy. Enjoy your McDonald chocolate sundae. I hope our little get-together birthday celebration made your day.

P.S: I sooo need a haircut. I look like a cheap whore.

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