i love the fact that i am so easily replaced around here. i fucking tell you everything that i don't tell anyone else, and you don't have the time to talk to me, tell me the truth, or hang out with me anywhere. you yell at me all the time and it does't help when you pretend nothing happened.
i've invited you over every day for the last three weekends.
you're always busy.
then i always find out you were with someone else.
honesty is always the best policy, right?
what the fuck ever. i'm so sick of everything.
brb, sleeping forever.
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