stop messing with my head.

stop messing with my head.



hereafter, i shant ever blog-hop again. well, knowing myself i might still, and that is why i am so pissed off with you. and myself, of course, but that happens all the time.



let's just say, i am so sick of your "we're best friends and club together we shall" declarations. and i am so sick of your "i know you so well, and you like me, so we need after-school dates" intentions. you can do all the shit you want, but just dont make it so obvious that you're flaunting your success in my face. seriously, it is victory at all? they are still my close friends (at least one of them is. the other just makes me mad now. so, no difference.), and you? maybe an occasional hangout.



this is childish, i feel so dumb getting all irked up. you can take what you seem to have took, and so what if he tells you things first? we all know, in the end, you're just that conniving bitch who cant bear to just watch others live their better lives.







ta-ta.

xoxo.