You don't have to do it. You don't have to relentlessly be there for someone just because they claim they need you. Hell, I'm not doing that shit anymore from now on.
There is a thin line between a need and a want and people cross that line too often.
Don't talk to me because you're "bored". I'm not here to entertain you. And don't come to me only when you need a favor. I don't like being used.
Fuck that temporary loyalty shit.
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1989 | Rants
Diversos❝ September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. ❞ In which a salty libra with a dark sense of humour rants & misquotes greek gods because why not? ❝ Dear Diary: My teen angst bullshit now has a body count. ❞
