Kay bitch. I wasn’t fucking dating him. He can do what ever he wants. And you can shut you ugly ass snaggle tooth mouth.
Douchebag one. Thanks for making me yet again realize why I refuse to trust people. I specifically say “you’re the kind of girl I can honestly say I won’t hurt.” and “you can trust me. I really like you, I mean really like you.” yeahh. It really fucking shows when you completely bail on all of our plans. Then say you aren’t free until Monday, but you work. Yeahh. Course. Whatever. I am not about to deal with you.
Douchebag two. You are the most constant tool in my life. Don’t know why I put up with you at all. I am completely over you, but not over our friendship. Except for when things like tonight happen. I was honestly terrified. You threw me, tackled me, pushed me. For what reason? To get my phone? That’s what you said but when I dropped it you continued to twist my arm. To make me recall a bad relationship? Seems likely especially when you know how scared I get with that. To get control over me again? Seems equally as likely, when you yell at me because I got out of your grasp. I don’t understand what got into you. Or why you try and act like you aren’t hurt I was talking to someone. “got a date saturday,” “I’m gonna try and get the hot girls number at wells Fargo,” or my favorite, “(insert girls name here) just text me.”
Ohh. How I love this whole life thing I got going on here. Especially, now that I don’t have a best friend to talk to about any of this. So instead, I’m the girl that post about their entire life on tumblr hoping someone will take the time to glance it over. Hahahahaha. Wow. I’m pathetic. (:
Why exactly are we on the exact same page. We both want to be together, but don’t trust in relationships. The more and more we talk, the more perfectly we match up together. If only my best friend could see this.