Why the fuck do I miss him? And why the hell do I think of him everyday. He fucking ruined me. I could have had a normal childhood, he took that from me. But still I say that if I could turn back time, it would have been different. Things could have been perfect if I didn’t get wasted at that show or picked at him until he snapped that one day. But no. That’s not true. There is nothing I could have done to prevent what happened. That’s just who he was and it was going to happen sooner or later. I can’t blame anything regarding that relationship on my self. He broke me once and I’m just letting him break me again by thinking that way. I will not let that happen. I’m done getting pushed the fuck around. Things are going to be different now, with everyone.
I’ve never been so pissed. What kind of friend acts like an asshole and than when confronted about it they turn into an even bigger asshole!?! I’m so sick of two faced friends who are nothing but fake to my face or stab me in the back one way or the other. I’m just so done with people.