I hope you know that I lose sleep over you and the way you made your choice
To be friends with someone who you watched me tear myself apart for and hurt over for 2 and a half years, and you blamed me for distancing myself from you.
And now all you can do is ridicule the kind of person I am now, to my face, behind my back, with him.. all because I’m not the same self loathing, broken person I was when we were 16 and all because we’re not the way we used to be.
leave bruises on my ass and tell me i’m a good girl
I want to get tattoos and get laid