priorities

It's sad how quickly friendship falls to the wayside when you've got a new toy wrapped around your finger. I always tell myself it won't happen this time. That you've changed. Maybe it makes me stupid, naive. I just can't let go of the hope that there are people in the world who are better than that. I'll spend my whole life looking for someone who doesn't end up being a disappointment.

I can't stand that my mother has a meltdown every time we talk. 24 years and I'm done feeling guilty but it doesn't make it easier to hear.

we turn into monsters

There are so many nasty things in my head but they aren't ready yet. I want to break your sad, pathetic little heart.

Some friend I am, waiting for it to come crashing down. You should know better than to turn your back on me.

Thank god I am nothing like you.