Sometimes you have to add up all the little things to remind yourself that you’re in love, and other times the little things speak for themselves. But you know you’re lucky when every little thing reminds you all the time. I’m lucky.
Sometimes you have to add up all the little things to remind yourself that you’re in love, and other times the little things speak for themselves. But you know you’re lucky when every little thing reminds you all the time. I’m lucky.
today this kid i used to hang out with texted me and asked if i wanted to chill, and even though im not even doing anything i told him i couldnt. he proceded to flip the fuck out at me for “ditching” him for “a stupid fucking bitch” all the time. i believe he was referring to the numerous times he had attempted getting in touch to hang out with me while i was with my previous girlfriend, who, in fact, was a fucking bitch. all that aside, however, if he was referring to my current girlfriend, i will straight up murder him. after he said all of this, i told him that the time i do have, i like to spend with my girlfriend, to which he replied “you cant make time for your best friend?” my only response to this was “i make time for my best friend every single day. i spend every hour, awake or otherwise, that i can with my best friend. my best friend is there for me when im upset, there to be happy for me when i succeed, and there to help pull me back up when i fail. what the fuck have you done? fucked my ex girlfriend, stolen from me, talked shit behind my back. thats it. so, sorry bro, but my girlfriend is my best friend, not you. dont pretend like you could be a better friend to me, because you cant. and if you ever say anything bad about her again, ill fucking kill you. :)
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