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| pSyche |
yes, that's how much you are worth. I wouldn't bother to speak any more of you than than that. so here they are. You are a jerk in so many ways. I don’t know why you did this to me. We were friends, right? Could you define that word -friends- for me again? Because, you know, I thought friends were supposed to keep secrets, make you feel better, and be there when you needed them? I kept on getting stabbed in the back though. You never did anything for me and I gave you everything. I’d never been… betrayed… like that before. You made me cry every week that month. I reserve the right to hate you, and I cannot stop hating you. |
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