This is a fuck you to the boy who broke my heart without even batting an eye. To the boy i thought could be different, but was really just the same. To the boy I thought I could trust, but was really just a liar, an actor. To the boy who i thought i could call my friend, but when I needed you most you disappeared. To the boy I was there for if he needed it, which he never did. To the boy who's seen my body, but will never see it again without begging. To the boy, who played games with me. To the boy, I messed up with. Fuck. You.
I thought you could be different, could be trusted, all the could be's. But you're just like the rest of them. Fuck. You.
This is a fuck you to the fuck boys.
Fuck. You.
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All The Small Things
Non-FictionAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
