I know this is stupid to still dwell about, but I’m still upset that you hung out with your boyfriend instead of coming to my eighteenth birthday celebration. I did it specifically on Friday because I knew you didn’t work, because I wanted you to come. Yes he’s leaving, but I only turn eighteen once. Plus you never told me you were going to spend time with him instead, we all saw you drive by with him in the passenger seat downtown. And everyone knew exactly how I felt when we saw you. It makes me feel like shit knowing you will always choose him over me. Always.
Saddest part is, I’m beginning to not even care. And I’m not talking about the situation in general.
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