crazyness

i don't understand. i don't click? is that it? okay, fine. but you could at least talk to me. oh, but wait, you are mad at me stil. why? that's right. there isn't anywhere for your friends and alcohol to sleep tonight. but that has nothing to do with me. its you, and your selfishness, and immaturity. don't go and blame me. because i didn't do anything. oh, and i really am sick, i'm not faking it. i guess this is what happens when you kick somebody out of the group and don't feel the need to tell them. here's a tip: tell people, they won't be as mad.