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Ignore this post.
I really wish people knew what kind of person you truly were. That all you cared about is what people think of you. And that when people are nice and try to get close to you, you treat them like shit because you’re too scared to let anybody in.
You call me immature for deleting you off Facebook, well I’m not the one who flipped shit when it happened.
You tell me that I’m wanting to much out of you because apparently I want to be the center of your world. I’m sorry but in the real world best friends are the center of each others worlds. You were my person I was your person. But a boy came and ruined it. And when he’s gone I don’t know who will be there for you.
I love you to death, that’s why I dealt with your shit for five years, but when you let that happen, a boy step in-between us, I couldn’t do it anymore. And when he fucks your whole world over, I don’t know what you’re going to do.
When you want to be civil and talk to me, I’m here. But until then I’m not going to sit here and be upset about this. I have an amazing best friend and friends who are here for me, unlike what you’ll have when things split between you and him.
And unlike you I didn’t let one person be my world. Because you were close to being my whole world, but I didn’t let it happen.
