(via sm3llslike-teensluts)
I know about how you actually wanted to go on a date with the boy I had feelings for. How the only reason why you didn’t go was because of me. Making it seem like I was keeping you from happiness. I wasn’t keeping you from anything, but a real friend wouldn’t consider going on a date with a boy who hurt me multiple times. You were going to go and not tell me. What kind of a fucking friend does that?





