I don’t post depressing things anymore. Instead of being upset, I’ve learned how to be a bitch. Being hurt too many times hasn’t made me weak, its made me mad as hell. I’m tired of sitting in a corner, crying, holding that bear you gave me. I’m not gonna text you or be nice to you. If I see you, I will smile, flip you off, and not give a shit anymore. You’re just a heartless douchebag that I’m done with.
Yeah, we can still be friends.
After I fucking cut you for breaking me heart.
Deal?
Deal.
