That one girl who lived next door I can never stop thinking about.
I have so much anger built up towards you so much that If you said hi to me I would explode. It’s funny how I used to love you when yours was fake as fuck
You’re annoying if you’re going to accuse me of lying which I can only assume it’s bc I talked to H literally in the amount of times I count on one hand, mainly because she was the only one awake when I’m at work in the morning bored as fuck on Facebook.
it’s pretty fucking stupid that I’ve finally stopped being pissed off about what you did to me when I left one fucking year ago and completely ruined any self confidence and belief in anyone that I’ve had to work my ass off on myself to get any of that back, I try and be civil and you ignore me because of you’re boyfriend or until you want to vent or out of the blue somehow miss me which is always the biggest joke. You never miss me nor will ever prove me otherwise. One year and I got over it but clearly my hatred for what happened is still there and the hurt. So if you want to be mad then be mad you wanna never talk again then never talk to me again. You’re call. I’m done trying I’m done making every ounce of the effort, I don’t need this.