dear fucking bitch.
his my fucking boyfriend, you fucking know that, yet you continue to call him ‘babe’ confess your feelings to him, why i sit here a read it? are you fucking retarted. then you always want to call him, speak to him. Im over it, and the sad thing is you’re like fucking perfect, and im just sitting here. and the only reason his with me and not you, is because you didnt tell him sooner. Arh :’(.
i hate how this is getting to me..