I once had this friend. He would never admit it but I know I read my blog. He knew every story. When I'd posted it. Everything.
We don't talk anymore. But somewhere I hope he still reads this. Because I wanna let him know how horrible he has made me feel. He turned his back on me. I mean no wonder he chose her, she is so pretty and perfect. And maybe I deserved what I got. But it doesn't feel nice. To be replaced. To be forgotten. To think I was so easy to let go of.
Thanks for making me feel like crap. Okaybye.
We don't talk anymore. But somewhere I hope he still reads this. Because I wanna let him know how horrible he has made me feel. He turned his back on me. I mean no wonder he chose her, she is so pretty and perfect. And maybe I deserved what I got. But it doesn't feel nice. To be replaced. To be forgotten. To think I was so easy to let go of.
Thanks for making me feel like crap. Okaybye.
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