love is a drug. you think you’re rid of the stuff, but it keeps coming back to you, and you want more.
and i just don’t understand….
why you post all this crap about your boyfriend when you know it kills me inside, then yell at me about how my significant other (3 months ago) was an asshole then expect me to stick up for you when you tore my heart and kicked then burnt that and kicked it aside to leave for the rats. Yeah. this is why we aren’t friends.
Hey ex-bestfriend, stop playing with my head and go fuck yourself.
One minute your, I gotta move on and stop trying to bring my past with me, next your: hey, I can help you in the game if you want but I’m only being remotely nice because this has to do with a game and not you.
& yes, I just compared you to a horse.
i said i was trying to be nice for your sake. obviously, if we’re ex boyfriend/girlfriends, the nicest thing to do would be to get over you so maybe we could be friends….
