Sagittarius

so I spent all say with dodge. I also held his soda (sierra mist) while he ate pizza. fun stuff. I guess I really am a sagittarius, being “nice” and all. Like I honestly didn’t care. But people don’t know how screwed up I am. They don’t know how sick minded I am, how dirty I am. Sometime I just feel so filthy. I hate it. And when I told dodge that I really am a bitch when I’m mad, he didn’t believe me. I guess it’s better that way, so people don’t know. But people don’t actually know me. Only my close friends do. My really close ones. And those are disappearing. One by one.

  • waitress: what would you like to drink?
  • me: sprite.
  • waitress: is sierra mist okay?
  • me on the outside: yeah, that's fine.
  • me on the inside: no, it's not okay. it's not the same. I hate you and everything you stand for.
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