justification.
your rooms yours.
your rooms your sanctity.
your room is where your shit can be how you want it to be.
your room is where you can hide from all those scary muther (thats for christine)fuckers out there.

so yeah, maybe i was an accomplise in as so far as i was present. but i kept thinking.
oh shit i'd be so pissed if that was my stuff.
so i didnt get involved.
its kinda like a "its funny cuz its not me" thing. but i guess i never really got into that, no wait. some. fuck.

anyway. this brings me to my next topic.
true friends are the best shit ever.
you get in squabbles/bickers/fights, shat was thrown, words that are only better forgotten are cast, but overnight, or maybe sometime even sooner, you know that fucking homo that did this and that to you....they'll have your back.

you think of all the good times youve had. and then you realize. its just a little temper tantrum that was thrown at the same time, or invoked or whatever. but its dumb, its trivial. its understood; that shit happens