When the bestie and I first met she didn't like me. I was not too fussed on her either.
One drunken conversation in the toilets later followed: "I didn't like you when I first met you, now I do". Years later she is my trusted confidant and maker of yummy dinners.
I have had this conversation quite a few times in my life. Usually followed by uncomfortable hugs on a par with step brothers.
What is it that people see that makes them think I am an immoral bitch, that, if not watched, may potentially kick a kitten?
I am not being all woe is me you misjudged me I'm so sad. I don't give a shit about what opinion you have of me. After all, it's only opinion.
It's seems in the most recent case of this it has come too late. I have let go and I don't think I can face going back on my decision. I appreciate the change of heart but it's too little too late. Here's to the future and all the things that are about to change in such a short space of time.
I think you hate me because you want meHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
You only want what you can't have
I'm just being who I want to be
But you can't deal with that
You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing
You call me a freak like it means something
Can't get your way so you're so pissed off
I think we know the rest
Get it off your chest
I don't give a shit
I love it when you call me a bitch like it's a bad thing
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