Flicker, flicker.

You're out drinking.

I am worried as hell.

Please be careful.

And you, you're out, doing shisha. Do you really think some trends are worth following, just to portray that badass side of you? Your maturity level amazes me. And eats away what's left of the respect you've earned from me.

You ARE drunk. You're telling me how to 'preserve my virginity'. I like how for that moment you thought so little of me. Or was that you caring for me genuinely?

Oh, my goodness.

Why am I so concerned? Because I never had friends so precious like them before?

I shouldn't be so worried. Worried, worried, worried...