i hate playing this game of he said, she said.
i feel bad about everything i ask you.
and i feel horrible for feeling that way.
and the record wont stop spinning. it keeps my hopes up but breaks my heart all the same.
6/27 was a horrible day (so was the 3rd) but sunday made up for it.
To my favorite liar.. to my favorite scar,
you were the best thing about liking him. talking to you all the time but you had to go and do it, you had to lie straight to my fucking face.
i hope you're fucking happy now, i hope you're happy for all the times you lied to me and i beilieved it. all the times i believed in you and you just lead me on thinking i wasnt going to listen to anyone else.
about him, about what you did, what he said, what you're doing.
i couldve understood if it was for a reason but it wasnt. you were my big sis, my closest friend, and you were fucking stabbing me in the back the whole time.
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them So I can forget about you.....
