Know what hurts? Lies. Being fucked over. Realizing people aren’t who you thought they were.
I’m just so fucking done. Every time and my boyfriend break up, he ends up talking to bitches he KNOWS, I don’t like. And then this time, he told me he didn’t like this slut, and then told me he did, then FLIPPED out on me when I told him straight up, “I think I like this kid” Like, what the fuck? Then joked around about wanting to date some whore. Or hit on someone right in front of me. Or talk about how he wants to fuck some other girl standing next to me. Or text bitches while he’s with me. Like, everytime anything happened. I told him Asap. Weather I wanted to or not. But, whatever. I guess being happy is still to far away.
he’s hot, british, and he can sing….I THINK I’M IN LOVE