What the fuck is this? You think you can ignore me for months, then all of a sudden just come back into my life and act like nothing ever happened? And what the hell gives you the right to be jealous? You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t talk to. I can talk to other guys if I want to. You abandoned the right to get jealous by treating me like shit over and over again, and then expecting “I’m sorry, I love you,” to make everything better. It doesn’t make anything better, because you’re not sorry. You’re not really sorry when you keep doing it anyways. But, in the end it’s my fault, really, ‘cause I let you get away with it every time. When things are good, they’re great. I just don’t understand how you can be like two totally different people at the same time. You can just be so charming and sweet one second, and then the next you act like I don’t exist. And it hurts. 

She’s got her daddy’s tongue and temper, sometimes her mouth could use a filter, God shook his head the day he built her, oh but I bet he smiled.

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When I work out with my best friend

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I’m just like:

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