Sunday, March 11, 2012

F is for flustered

I wish that I wasn't so easily fooled. I thought that she was my best friend, that she, you know, actually was gonna be my friend. Didn't I learn my lesson? I  mean, seriously? She switches friends every six seconds. Crushes too. No offense to her, and it's not her fault, but she's not exactly conducive to any kind of long-term relationship. God, it pisses me off. She called Gabe a d****bag, and she has no idea what the heck she's talking about. "He's this, and he's that..." Seriously? You're just pissed he caught you being a bad little girl (heavy on the sarcasm) Done with your bull crap.

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