I'm sorry I can't divulge 110% of my time, energy, love, and money into you, dear. I never signed up to be your best friend, so don't expect I'm going to take up the offer. I have a best friend- a few.
Stick up for yourself. Have a fucking backbone.
And fucking smile for once, yeah?
Jesus fucking Christ, I'm so done with your dramatic shit.
And you did what I told you not to do. I said, "don't hurt some of my best friends, Renne and Jesse. Don't hurt my brother, Shane."
I told you to stop talking to her. It took you two fucking months to fucking catch on.
No, you don't bend to my every word. No, you don't know what you want, or what you're doing.
Fucking grow up, you callow little girl.
(And by the way, I'm actually really fine with not having a class with you. Maybe I can focus on myself for once.)
He's still all mine. :) He's been in boot camp for 6 weeks so far, only 6 more to go.
It's just as hard as I'd thought it'd be. We miss you. I miss you.
No one knows how I feel. For once, I am alone on this. That's the only way I could cope anyway.
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