Two fucks.

I’ve learned to keep calm in situations that call for some sort of reaction. It takes a lot to actually surprise me anymore. I’ve seen so much, I’ve seen people I trust do really ugly things. I’ve had friends sleep with friends and not care enough to tell me. I’ve been fucked over by boys who promise me that they love me, that they need me, that they cannot be without me. They fell out of love, they don’t need me and they live just fine without me. I’ve had best friends choose other people over me. It’s not right. You fuck up and I sit by and watch you make an ass of yourself. Go on, go ahead.