Dumb Bitch
You said there were two people’s opinion that always mattered most, above all. I happened to be one of those two and your boyfriend the other. You changed and you’re doing shit you always said you were against. Whenever we chill all you gotta talk about is how you were out so late, how you were drinking, how everyone was “fucked up,” how you saved the night, how everything was so great, how everything was so horrible. We used to be best friends you fuckin cunt. The last time we chilled I swear I said no more 5 sentences, and none of them without you interrupting. Five sentences within a matter of hours. You fuckin kidding me!?! Seriously. Your own fuckin boyfriend even said something to me about it, I told him not to worry. I told him not to worry so he could feel better, some how feel better, even if it’s just a little bit. You know why? Because I know what it’s like to lose someone to wanting “space,” or “time”, or “fun” and “partying.” It makes you feel fuckin dumb and useless and fucking good for nothing. I said “don’t worry” because someone had to. You fuckin dumb bitch, get your shit together. Your fuckin boyfriend was GREAT to you, yeah you fought and got irritated yeah he was an “asshole.” Suck it up you fuckin idiot what fuckin guy isn’t an asshole, who doesn’t get irritated and what fuckin couple doesn’t fuckin fight!? I swear to God you disgust me now days. Fuck you.
1 year ago • Notes