oh hump, i hate you.

Some times i enjoy your company, i guess we'll call you hump for the sake of talking shit. but some times hump, you make me want to gauge my own eyes out and and eat them. your level of maturity out of 1 to 10 is definitely an extreme negative number. every time i confront you with a problem, you what ever me and pretend nothing wrong, like you're the one who's supposed to be upset with me. but in the long run if you wont talk about our problems as friends, our friendship will keep rotting from the inside until it falls apart. communication, does that mean anything to you hump? obviously not, but you seem to have a lot to communicate about me when I'm not there. hump straighten out your issues or this friendship will quickly sink.