Late; but who gives a shit.
I loved you, I really did…But I guess to you it was all a lie, a manipulation of the truth.
Rant off to any one of your friends I have left. People reblog things all the time about, “If you ever have a problem my inbox is always open.” or “Hundreds of teens commit suicide every month, reblog if you’re there to listen!” I hate it. I honestly do, because they say such sinsere things like that, when they cant even support a friend…or should I say, “fake friend.” 3 notes on that post, one of them is from someone who I thought would be there from me, and the other two I believed were my friends. I guess I’m wrong.
I should stop torturing myself with this, but I cant. I cant shake the fact that you see me like that. I’m the girl who can make everyone’s day, even if she can’t make her own. You were the one person in my life I could trust after Justin broke it off. You helped me smile again, and forget him.
What am I saying, I’m just a friendless, lying bimbo; who gives a fuck about what I think, it’s the stretched truth any ways.





























