Secrets.

You. Just the sound of your voice, being around you makes me so angry. I can't ever say whats on my mind. I'm always the one who bottles up, and always there for you even if i'm not in the best of moods, But when I need to talk your never there. Your always apperently busy. You don't keep your word. You lie all the fucking time. You think the world revolves around you, but it fucking doesn't. You do things to fit in with other people even though it's not the best thing in the world. You just want everyone to like you. You want the world to follow you, but you know what? It doesn't. Okay just get over yourself i'm sick of your fucking bullshit. You promise one thing, then do another. Just Fuck you.

I don't understand why i talk to you. Friends? I don't fucking think so bitch.

Get a fucking life.