Utter Crap Song

i hid inside my room like a fucking coward (what? please 
kill me). the past eighteen months flashed before me in the
 last eight long hours. it was amazing you finally got a 
rise out of me. i laughed, i cried (well i tried, but i 
laughed again). who the fuck needs a caricature to be their
 friend? it's so fucking stupid. i'm just as scared and 
insecure as you (maybe even x2). and i wonder what you 
really thought of me. an intimate friend? a loud-mouth jerk
 or just a novelty? this is not an apology, just therapy, 
cuz as we all know (and apparently), i don't need anybody.