No no no no no no no no no
I just miss you a lot.
I miss the sound of your voice.
I can’t decide if I’m just in a mood or if I’m just not happy anymore.
Pretend to hate me all you want, if I were to drop everything in my life for you, you’d be thrilled.
It’s unfair how you promised you’d never become what you have become. It makes me sick. You make no time for me. You’re always with him. I’m in a relationship too, far more serious than yours and yet you put him before me 120% of the time. And I’m tired of it. If you want to play that game, fine. I’ll put everyone in my life before you and when you lose what you have, I won’t be here for you. I refuse to allow myself to just be your friend when things fall apart. It should be more than that. You should want there to be more effort to keep our friendship. But if you won’t, I won’t. I won’t be the only one trying to hold this together.
I completely regret everything that happened November to January. Every day that goes by, I feel like more of an idiot for ever speaking to anyone else.
I laugh a lot at how often we joke about getting married and everything but deep down I know it’s probably 89% likely that we’re going to be together for quite some time.
You’re such a fucking scumbag. Leave everyone I’ve ever cared about alone or I swear to god I’ll fucking destroy you. You have no idea.