what the hell.
How do you just talk to me like you did. Then take it all back. You can’t just tell me that shit and not expect me to feel some type of way. I’m not some girl that will be your doormat. You can’t think that you can have me anytime you want. I know it’s probably my fault for making you think that in the first place, but honey, you’re dead wrong. You can’t just call on me whenever you’re lonely or want someone to mess around with …THAT’S NOT HOW IT GOES… I refuse to feel like this. And the worst part is that you probably realize what you’re doing, and you still don’t even care.