how much you fucking use me. Cool, call me your best friend, tell me how much you love me and how you’re always gonna be there for me. Tell me how we’ve known each other for so long and all we’ve gone through. But fuck, things change. “Best friends forever, tight till’ the end!” bullshit. Just because we were close at one point doesn’t mean I’m always going to be here to pay for your shit, doesn’t mean I’m not going to be irritated as fuck when you touch my rear-end, doesn’t mean it’s okay for you to put your hands around my waist and say it’s nothing just because we’re “best friends”. Fuck you, fuck your need for “swag” No, not even swag. There’s a fucking difference between swag and following the hype. Stop following the hype, be your own fucking person again. Stop caring so much. Stop with your attention crave. You’re behind this huge wall you built decked out in high end brands you don’t even know shit about, I don’t even know you anymore. I don’t even want to know you anymore.
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