Sunday, November 30, 2008
you make me so fucking sick, sick to my stomach like i've just gotten a really bad test back like those math tests where i used to get 2/50, but even worse because i can work hard and get tuition and get a fucking good grade but i can't work hard and get tuition and get a friend back. and the worse part is its not even my fault, i think YOU GOT SICK OF US FIRST, you got sick of us and just couldn't be bothered to tell it to our faces like a bloody coward and now you're just playing hide and seek and avoiding us and pretending that it's not your fault
1. IF THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SO IN THE FIRST PLACE INSTEAD OF KEEPING QUIET.
2. I DON'T DESERVE TO KEEP FEELING BAD FOR SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO.
3. I NEVER STOPPED BEING A FRIEND. YOU DID.
what the fuck is wrong with you
you make me want to cry
i can't believe that two semesters of classes and eating lunch and clubbing together meant nothing to you