Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
You must not know what "best friend" means. It was obviously pointless for me to share every detail about my life with you. It just really pisses me off that you can text me, talk to me, tell me your secrets, listen to mine, stay at my house, let me stay at yours & act like you genuinely care when you had no intention of staying around. Like seriously? Your pretty fucking fake, deuces bitch.
I can't even, right now.
I can't even, right now.
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