Those girls/boys that wouldn’t date me
Those people who picked on me
My parents
My best friend
Me
(Source: introducingadifferentme)
that being said,
i hate him.
if he texts me first, it’s fine. but if i do, he makes it feel like im the desperate one.
but im not,
he is.
he’s the one that texts me every night when he can’t sleep.
he cries to me.
he tells me things he doesnt even want to admit to himself.
he calls me when hes drunk.
he texts me when he’s drunk, or high or whenever he comes home from doing something of the sort.
you know why? because his ugly girlfriend doesnt like him doing that.
so im support. i fill your emotional void. i love you and care for you and listen to your problems, not her. but im over it.
im over caring for you, and listening to you. and you know what? im going to suffer too.
i wont be able to text you late at night when im scared, or i read some controversial thing, or when i come to a realization, because im done.
you dont deserve me or the things i put on the table.
im too great of a person that does NOT deserve to be treated like this.
so go fuck your loose “virgin” girlfriend, like you told me she was. that she doesnt feel at all like a virgin.
go fuck her in the ass because she’s an easy, horse faced slut.
have that bitch be YOUR support, NOT ME.
IM DONE WITH YOU, FROM HERE ON OUT.
do me a favor and lose my number.
I’ve come to realize that I have a pity party every sunday night if I’m home.
