if you can sit there like a “grown ass woman” and tell me that you don’t give a fuck about me or my feelings then don’t try to turn around and cry like a fucking baby when i actually show you what it’s like to not give a fuck about someone. after all the bullshit i put up with before, during, and, after the break-up you wanna have the fucking audacity to call me a shitty friend.? yeah, because a shitty friend will sit with you on the phone all night when you can’t sleep, or try to help you feel better when you’re sick, or is there for you even when you’re too fucking stupid to see all the potential you have. now, granted i’ve done some fucked up shit, but i’ve also done my begging. i wasn’t perfect, but i was ALWAYS there WHENEVER you needed me (and based on how many times you walked away and how much you lied, i should’ve washed my hands of you a lifetime ago.) we stare at each other now and i honestly don’t know what we see… i know i once saw someone i would’ve laid my life down for, but you fucked over every chance i ever gave you. i never had a problem with you searching for and/or finding your happiness, but if that means you’re going to continuously look down on me, then by all means, go fuck yourself because i was doing just fine before i met you and i’m doing pretty damn swell now that you’re gone. i never wanted us to end up like this, but i told you up front what my other side was like and now, you get to experience it. just remember, you did it to yourself.