All you keep doing is writing immature and snide remarks about what I’ve done wrong. Yet you text me? You send me Facebook messages? And we’re not even friends. But you know what? It doesn’t get to me. I feel like I could care less. This was a drawn out end to a friendship. And I’m ready to take whatever you need to throw at me. Because I’m finally happy. And this time I’m never going back.
Get the fuck outta ma way.