I should have known even though she had promised not to steal him she would try to anyway. That's what sluts do though. She hung out with him while he was hanging out with me. At points I wondered what it would feel like to have her blood on my hands. Because as she flirted even more she denied liking him even more. Eventually my bff got it out of her and promised the slut she wouldn't tell me but she told me anyway. It was so obvious though. Because she is such a motherfucking open book. She was so fucking easy to read. If she didn't want me to find out she should have hid it better than that. But anyways at some point he started to like her that slutty bitch. He was always hanging out with her saying it was nothing but I wasn't stupid I knew it was something. You don't fuck with a smart person and expect a stupid fuck afterwards. I was kinda stupid to stay with him as long as I did but I regret NOTHING no one can make me regret anything. But it felt like he liked her more than me.
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Addicted To Depression
RandomThis is a story of a sad girl aka me without naming the real names of the people I'll tell you why the girl is depressed and how confused about she is about her life.
