Here it goes again.
Drama arises.
Why does it always have to be this way?
You tell me I'm a bad friend, you make me feel shitty for a situation I felt afraid of for a while now, and you don't even know the whole story.
Don't talk to me today. Tomorrow. Ever again.
You are bringing so much negativity into my life now; I don't have him to go to right now and my friends don't know what happened, so maybe I go to them.
Why put me through this? Don't you see the tears down my face? Can't you ever realize you're making a mistake?
This isn't my fault. I'm not feeling guilty. Four years I've dealt with this.
I'm not doing it in 2017.
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