Brownie

I am sad.
Sad because you say all our internal jokes to everyone, and make them to your words.
But hey, it's not yours? It even not mine. It's someone, I just talked about. Someone I like.
And you share that secret with everyone you know.

When people ask you: Where you got that sentence from?
You answer: Oh it's some weird guy my friend like..

I'm tired of this. Stop taking others words, and make them your own.