Let's get right to the point. Douchebag comes back into my life after 4 MONTHS telling me to stop doing shit, getting pissed at me for smoking which he knew damn well I did, and telling me what to fucking do with my life because "it's not worth it" and "there really is no reason to". um, excuse me bitch? You have NO RIGHT, what so fucking ever to tell me what to do after YOU DITCHED ME. You little cunt. I will do whatever the hell I want. There is no fucking reason for you to come back and just demand shit from me. Not. Fucking. Cool. You said you missed me, okay whatever, I missed you too. But you are NOTHING to me, you don't have the power you love anymore. I realized that you're a tyrant, an ass, and a liar and I don't have time for your shit. I'm only going to forgive you so many times because when you barge back to being "friends" with me right away, how the hell am I to trust you? Things aren't the same. Dickhead.
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I still wanna be your friend though
