January 1970
I’m sick of all these so-called mates, highschool must be the time when you really figure out who your real friends are compared to the ones who ditch you for their lad, won’t be me whose hurt when he cheats on her. Harsh, but I don’t care anymore, you expect me to fucking sit back and be your second choice for company? Do us all a favour and piss off.
I’m starting to question some friendships :’/
Fml.
My shoulder is peeling ….. D:
It sucks to be left out. smfh.
I have a nice body... When I breath in