(Source: umathurmans)
I’m so sick of you telling me that you hate her.. only to see that you hang out with her. Just pick a fucking side and stick to it. I swear to fucking God. It’s like I walk around with a sign on my back that says, “Vulnerable and will believe anything I’m told”. What is this. This is just like what happened with Nick. JUST LIKE IT. I hate being lied to. More than anything in this goddamn world, I hate being lied to. I just feel like pretty soon you’re going to be just another memory. I don’t want that. Next thing I know, you’re going to get drunk with her, too. Why do you put up with her shit? She’s not funny, she’s rude, and incredibly obnoxious. I say she’s a bitch, and you tell me that so am I. Well you know what? Fuck you. I hate that things can feel so incredibly all right one moment and then suddenly everything gets pulled out from under me. I just feel like you wait until the perfect time to slap me in the face. I hate that I even care about stupid shit like this. High schoolers are so insignificant to me, why the fuck does this bother me so much? I need reassurance because I don’t believe that anyone would truly want to be friends with me the way that we are. I don’t understand why you need her. I don’t understand why you text her back. Mostly I don’t understand why I’m not good enough for you. IF YOU REALLY HATED HER YOU WOULDN’T FUCKING HANG OUT WITH HER OR TEXT HER BACK. end of story.
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