Allie;Kat.

Hypnotiq.

(This post has nothing to do with alcohol in the slightest. And, no, I’m not being sarcastic.)

You. Are. Such. A. Bitch.

Well, we both are. I know I’ve been up to some fucked up shit, but you are no better my good friend. You’ve been messing with my emotions and we both know you’re hurting my feelings. But, I’m done with that. Honestly. I don’t know why I was stupid enough to let you.

Continuing with this honesty thing, though: It hurts me to look at you. You disgust me and anger me and make me happy and make me want to dance and sing and pull that episode of RealWorld/Road Rules Inferno where they wreck the hotel room. And I just don’t want all of that. It’s just easier for me to forget about you and ignore you than to sort through my problems. Maybe I’m being selfish cause I can’t be your friend anymore. But, it’s not about you anymore. I’m gonna put myself first. So, I don’t care!

And I’m so sorry that I fucked up. But I learned from my mistakes. You’re not the person I thought you were. And as much as that really sucks, I know better now.

And if you really wanted to get mad at me, I could ruin your whole relationship in one sentence.

But what really sucks is I know that I don’t have it in me to be mad at you.