yeah i make superficial friends, i have a big mouth, im cute, im too innocent, im not smart, my clothes arent business enough, i have too many guys, im a bitch, i dont keep my problems to myself, i dont talk to my “friends” about my problems, i have serious issues. well thanks for telling me that…
you can ignore me for a month and all of a sudden i cant ignore you for a couple days. hypocritical much.
you know its not even the constant insults that bug me. its the fact that they try to control my life and tell me what to do, what im feeling etc etc. who are you to deem my friendships superficial. who are you to talk about me? i get what i did was wrong but so is what your doing now. like yes sravya cant get hurt. and YOU can. just because ive gotten better at hidingmy feelings doesnt mean i wasbt about to cry. where was my best friend then.who are you to say i cant get mad at you for backing out of nicaragua. because i can.
And who are you both to talk about Hasith like that. hes my friend, he always fucking was. yeah sure ive had this secret desire to be more that i mostly denied but seriously. you all believed my denials. you dont even know the details. so dont talk about it. and sure as hell dont tell me what to do when youre completely ignorant of the real world and whats going on.
Your rich lil parents arent always gonna be there for you and somewhere along the way youll get so lost. And stay lost until some unwary stranger saves you.
we talked about Chomsky today in apush and this quote is oh so so true.