You ran out on your best friend, for a second time. Dude, not cool. Don't even bother coming back this time. I hope your "master" treats you well, what is it like having no will of your own? I knew you were a good person, I knew you were honest, but to do what you did, yea, you are right, you are a fucking coward. Go to hell, you know what you lost, the only person who actually cares about you. Aside from your family who you only talk to when you need something. Oh well, enjoy your lonely life of servitude, I'll make sure to let your landlord know that you like to run out on contracts and never clean. —Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.