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Well his closet is packed I did it myself. Shirts that still smell like him are now in boxes ready to be moved to new york with his parents so they can be unpacked at set up in a new room that no one will live in but will preserve his memories 100s of miles away from me. Saying goodbye to his mom was...hard.
Cool how when shitty things like that happen your friends write poems about how much they love you...how quickly some people become monsters. I think you guys can win the shitty friends award. I've never met people more wrapped up in being the stereotypical highschooler. I hope something happens to put your pathetic lives in perspective...maybe your parents could divorce, move 3000 miles, and re-marry giving you 4 year old stepbrothers or maybe your mom could go into a mental hospital or maybe the person you were in love with could hang themselves in their basement instead of OH MY GOD HE TEXTED ME BUT IT WASN'T REALLY HIM THAT TEXTED ME GOD IM SO DEPRESSED. Nah what i think is really important is what happened that night which was far worse for me than it was for either of you so go fuck yourselves. And I hope YOU're having fun homewrecking again you seem to be good at that. I hope it was fun to see a girl sobbing in the hallway because of you. why don't you go write a poem about me that says: "shes a bitch" instead of the sweet one that said: "I love you and your so strong cuz you didnt kill yourself like your boyfriend and i'll always be there for you." Thank you for finally getting it through to me that you are superficial and not a constant at all--i feel dumb for defending myself everytime my friends asked why i was best friends with you. and happy fucking birthday i guess you want me to give you 20 bucks now.
and i don't know if i a bitch enough to go up to the other person and tell them that I know that they only completely betrayed my trust and i probably won't ever tell them anything again but i guess you know who you are...i dont really know why i've been so nice to you lately. w/e
Cool how when shitty things like that happen your friends write poems about how much they love you...how quickly some people become monsters. I think you guys can win the shitty friends award. I've never met people more wrapped up in being the stereotypical highschooler. I hope something happens to put your pathetic lives in perspective...maybe your parents could divorce, move 3000 miles, and re-marry giving you 4 year old stepbrothers or maybe your mom could go into a mental hospital or maybe the person you were in love with could hang themselves in their basement instead of OH MY GOD HE TEXTED ME BUT IT WASN'T REALLY HIM THAT TEXTED ME GOD IM SO DEPRESSED. Nah what i think is really important is what happened that night which was far worse for me than it was for either of you so go fuck yourselves. And I hope YOU're having fun homewrecking again you seem to be good at that. I hope it was fun to see a girl sobbing in the hallway because of you. why don't you go write a poem about me that says: "shes a bitch" instead of the sweet one that said: "I love you and your so strong cuz you didnt kill yourself like your boyfriend and i'll always be there for you." Thank you for finally getting it through to me that you are superficial and not a constant at all--i feel dumb for defending myself everytime my friends asked why i was best friends with you. and happy fucking birthday i guess you want me to give you 20 bucks now.
and i don't know if i a bitch enough to go up to the other person and tell them that I know that they only completely betrayed my trust and i probably won't ever tell them anything again but i guess you know who you are...i dont really know why i've been so nice to you lately. w/e