It’s kinda fucked up isn’t it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy?
That’s it, I’m done. I’m tired of being your second best. Or third, or fourth, or fifth. You’re my best friend. You mean the world to me, and I mean shit to you. One day, you’ll look back and regret how you acted towards me, bitch, ‘cause no one will be there for you like I was, EVER.
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