Monday, August 17, 2015

 I keep reaching out to you, trying to be your friend. I keep asking you to hang out and you don’t even have the decency to text me back. You were crying saying you wanted to be my friend and hang out that night and I really took it to heart.


I guess you didn’t mean it.

You only text me when it’s a good time for you.

You’re just a crappy friend. I’m mad about it, I guess.
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