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Look, I get that you don’t want to talk to me and I understand why you’re upset. There’s really no explanation as to why I’m such a dick to you. I just want you to know that I do indeed love and appreciate you. We’ve been buddies ever since we’re were in our mother’s wombs.
You know I love you. I was just stressed and tired that day I didn’t want to talk to you. School work was already piling up, it was my brother’s birthday, I had school the next day, and I was washing dishes at twelve am.
Truly, Riri, I do love you. I’m just a stupid bitch who acts tough because I find myself disgusting at the thought of being vulnerable. That includes saying crying and saying love shit. And, yes, I did tell my mom that I thought of you as my best friend. I think of you as a whole ass sibling.
I know I’m changing. I’m trying to stop it. I HATE the person I’m seemingly becoming. I want to block whatever going on with me, and it’s hard, okay? I’m sorry.