Are you happy? Do you feel happy? You're gross, I hope you know that. You don't read these, we haven't spoken since middle school.
You tricked me.
You're disgusting.
I feel gross, you made me feel gross.
I sent you that because you promised it would only be us, you promised no one else would see.
You invited her.
You shared me with her.
I was fine with you, not her. I didn't know her that well, she wasn't my friend.
I feel dirty.
I regret ever sending you those photos. I regret trusting you enough to see me like that.
You make me feel disgusting. You got me to show you things no one else has seen before, I trusted you with everything. I knew you were gross, but I made the mistake of trusting you, and I still regret it.
I'll see you in hell, whore.
YOU ARE READING
Killing me.
RandomThis is mostly about people I don't like. Based on the seven deadly sins. I don't know how to actually write this stuff good, this is mostly practice.
