The sad thing is—I have already forgiven you for the crap you did that night you got drunk. You don’t realize that if you would have listened to me & done the one thing that I asked you to do we could probably even be friends again. I wouldn’t hate you so much. But do what you wanna do. Comment & like my cousin’s posts. Text her. Film my cousin’s grad party. I really don’t care anymore at this point. Go ahead & stay in my family’s life because having them in your life is more important that having me in it. The good thing is, my hate for you is becoming less & less. You are slowly becoming a distant memory in my life. I can’t wait to go back home & not see you. I’m so happy you’re so comfortable keeping your place my family. Hurry up & move on with your life. Go be obsessed with your next girl’s family. Whatever. I can’t force you to do anything. So if you wanna keep my family close then I’ll stay far. Far, far away from you. Almost like you were never a part of my life to begin with.
"If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual."
- (via these-greatexpectations)
I may not be able to control your actions but I can definitely control how I respond to the things you do/don’t do.
So…do you remember the time you told me that you were gonna move to NY? That time you actually had me convinced. Pretending you were talking to your parents & counselors about your big move. Oh! Lets not forget all those times we would plan our life & get so excited because finally the distance was gonna end. Well I am so fucking glad you were always full of shit. Because could you imagine if you were actually a man of your word? Oh wow. You know what, you couldn’t handle a month in this city. This place would eat your babied ass alive. So thank you for really pissing me off this year. I cannot wait to see how this year goes without me always having to think about you. Making sure that I’m still nice to you because we’re “best friends”. Fuck that. You’re not my best friend, We’re not friends at all. You’ve definitely hurt me & seen me cry & scream dozens of times. But NOTHING can top what you’ve done now. I am filled with rage. So much rage that I hope you never try to contact me because the moment I see your name pop up on my phone you’ll get my wrath & more.
If you thought you’ve seen me mad before you were definitely wrong. Up until today I didn’t know how strong I was. Because of what you did I was able to say what I needed to say to my family. Now all that is left is for me to give you a piece of my mind. I shouldn’t put all the blame on you. I was a fool to think that I could trust you. What you did was wrong. I don’t care what your excuse was. You broke my trust in probably the worst way possible. But I do wanna say thank you because now I don’t need to ask my family to stop talking to you or to hate you for me. You brought it onto yourself so that makes my job a whole lot easier. Do yourself a favor and don’t speak to me or my family again.
You need to stop talking to my family. Your family gives no shits about me so stop talking to mine.
By day- I’m a strong & confident lady. Walking the streets of New York City with grace. Taking on each day, looking it in the eye & saying “Today is the day. Today is MY day”
By night- I look up at the stars while I lie in bed. Wondering…”how easy life would be if I could just join them?” Feeling so small. So sad. So scared. Hoping that one day the doubts that haunt me will go away. One day.