Dear Cally,
All the times you've said hello to me, all the times you've said I was a great friend, I could of sworn that we were friends. Why do you let everything get so weird? You tell me your at a sweet shop and then I see you at my doorstep, crying your eyes out, saying you hit yourself to my brother...what's wrong with you? You say I am a good friend, you say without me you'd be nothing, when really, I think you use me- for my family. You have no family, I get it. But why use mine? Do you want me to be homeless? I met you on the streets and I wish I never had. You begged me for money and pleaded your heart out to me through a life story that went something like this... Woke up in bed this morning I did. 'Owever, I normally sleep in me bed, but I was out...in da trash. 2.30 in the morning it was, and I swear I saw da bit of sunlight come in through that stupid 'ole in the bin. Got out of the bin and wiped myself off, saw you...walked away you did, so I ran to ya, thought you'd understand, but turns out you heart full of mud and 'ard ol' stone, innnit?How could I say no to you? You were a beggar who wanted money. I gave you money, but you repaid me by giving me friendship...something I didn't ask for. Well, I did, but now I regret it...