Maybe I really am the problem.
I guess I just don’t understand how you can want to be used and treated like shit when you’re an amazing person and deserve so much better.
Then you yell at me and say I do the same thing and I realize you’re right.
Yeahhhh…don’t text me right after you post that your boyfriends phone is broken. I’m not your backup plan. The way you act lately I’m not even your friend. I don’t play your games.
Accidental personal injuries are absolutely the worst. “Oh, how did you do that?” “Well, frankly, I’m an idiot.”