I’m not the one to have you imply shit to. Tell me it straight up. And I ain’t tryna guess, and assume that that must be the fucking problem, since you won’t tell me. I always tell you shit when I say “Nvm”. You always say “Nvm” when I ask you to explain. It gets fucking tiring. And you’re a fucking hypocrite.
I just wanna cut the crap. School’s ending. I don’t want it to end on a bad note over one person, and the drama along.
Fuck you, and fuck this.
And I’m starting to regret letting you back in.
I honestly don’t what the fuck we’re fighting about, but now we’re fighting because I still don’t know.
I even tried. And all I get was “K”. Well fuck you too then.
Every fucking week. It’s too fucking tiring. Makes me not want any more of a relationship where I have to care or get hurt. It’s just too much.
Hypocrites. Hypocrites everywhere.
I mean yeah, I’m one myself but preaching this shit to the drama we’re both in, I’m only here to catch you slipping on what you claim to be or say. And you are slipping way to fucking much to be saying I’m fake. Obviously you are too fucking weak to say shit to my fucking face when all those times in that situation, you ain’t told me not one breath to my fucking face that I should know. Always through your Bestfriend. Poor her. You put her in the middle of everything and all she gets is drama. Insane as it is, you’re too much in this world to be trying. No one likes you existence. You’re weak. You’re faker than how I’m being fake, coming up with new shit will always be one step closer to being a plastic Barbie doll. Bitch how about YOU grow some fucking balls and say my immaturity is a nuisance “behind you back”. Grow. The fuck. UP. You older than me, but don’t seem like it. I act this way because I have my reasons of all stupidest shit you’ve done for me. When you finally get Real-Talk education, then come up to my face with a this shit.