Why won’t you text me back?
You’re such a bitch.
Fuck. Stop…stop playing with me. I thought, for once, it’d be so easy. So, so easy to be friends with you. I fucking trusted you. What is this? I hate telling you things because now I fear that you told everyone. You knew from day one that you can trust me. Tell me anything, everything. Why do I always speak too soon?
You don’t answer my calls. You don’t answer my texts. You won’t fucking look at me.
“You got it :p”