i hate fake people. i hate them so much.
its not that i hate you, i hate how you’ve changed.
you were my best friend… now we might talk once every so often, but usually not
it really sucks how you ditched me
i mean, i’d ditch myself if i were you, but not completely
you are just so fake its painful.
and watching him with you, all over you, not physically, but so mentally
is some of the worst pain i’ve ever experienced
i know i’ll find love someday without being fake
but i really want him. no one else.
but i can’t. i would have had a chance, but then you came along.
i know you don’t know the pain you’re causing me here considering we never fricking talk anymore
but it still hurts. it hurts deeply.
at least you’ll be out of the way later
but for now, you’re here.
i don’t want him later, i want him now
[i don’t hate you, i swear. i bet you’re wonderful. i’m just a jealous bitch. i still don’t like how you’ve changed though.]
