I deleted 1/2's number.
I am so fucking done.
I am done playing the nice girl.
I genuinely do not care anymore.
For L:
I really hope you crawl back to me crying , just so that I can feel the satisfaction.
Just so that I can personally call you out on your bs and laugh at your face.For D:
I am still uncomfortable around you.
But I no longer regret calling you out. It wasn't me that ruined our friendship anyways.
It should be you who should feel bad.
It's your fucking loss.
Because now I can be the baddie I was always meant to be.
Unapologetically.
I really hope you feel a void in your life, regretting the things you said because you could not do shit for me.
I don't need you anymore.12:14AM - 20.05.21
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