So you're complaining about how 'insensitive' I am? No no no honey. I'm REAL. I'm in love with someone, you be glad I let you KNOW. You should be pleased that I'm cutting you off here so you don't trip and hurt yourself on the shattered remains of your crush on me. Stop it. Stop right there. Do you honestly think that I'm going to put up with that shit? You think that I'm going to hunt you down because you insulted me? No, I'm trying my very best here not to have an aneurysm on the damn spot. There is NO pleasing you. You take and want and beg and mourn when you don't receive. You have plenty of people who would throw themselves at your very
Stop hurting him. God, I hate you for doing this to him. I love him, he was MY bestfriend first. You swoop in and take him from, and not only that, but you run on and on about how you're afraid of how he'll up and leave you. Worried about his immaturity, that he'll see someone who you think is prettier, and he'll just up and leave you. But you DO realize what happened in the end, yeah? Don't tell me you're tso blind as to be unable to see that he was the one who wronged you. You're the one who picked up his petticoat and RAN. You left him desperately in love, aching and hurting. You did that to him. Not the other goddamn way around. You say y
So you're complaining about how 'insensitive' I am? No no no honey. I'm REAL. I'm in love with someone, you be glad I let you KNOW. You should be pleased that I'm cutting you off here so you don't trip and hurt yourself on the shattered remains of your crush on me. Stop it. Stop right there. Do you honestly think that I'm going to put up with that shit? You think that I'm going to hunt you down because you insulted me? No, I'm trying my very best here not to have an aneurysm on the damn spot. There is NO pleasing you. You take and want and beg and mourn when you don't receive. You have plenty of people who would throw themselves at your very
Stop hurting him. God, I hate you for doing this to him. I love him, he was MY bestfriend first. You swoop in and take him from, and not only that, but you run on and on about how you're afraid of how he'll up and leave you. Worried about his immaturity, that he'll see someone who you think is prettier, and he'll just up and leave you. But you DO realize what happened in the end, yeah? Don't tell me you're tso blind as to be unable to see that he was the one who wronged you. You're the one who picked up his petticoat and RAN. You left him desperately in love, aching and hurting. You did that to him. Not the other goddamn way around. You say y