It makes me so mad that you barely talk to me. If you knew half the shit I know I would probably be your only friend. I’m waiting for the day I explode or get really drunk and decided to tell you these things because it makes my blood boil that you treat me like I don’t exist but I actually have stayed true and I haven’t stopped caring. Seriously nothing makes me more mad. NOTHING. I fucking just want to punch you in the face then maybe it will open your eyes and knock sense into you or something idek. I can’t fucking stand it anymore. I wish you would live up to what you say you are so if you got a problem say it to my face don’t just fucking start pretending like I don’t exist that’s so fucking irritating. I dont fucking get you and I probably never will. Go ahead. Keep talking to HER. She was one of them too…
