Le tired…

It never ceases to astound me how just seeing a photo of someone can still manage to evoke a whole lot of feelings associated with them.

Like right now? Anger. Hurt. Betrayal. Emo things of that nature.

It really makes me sad when friends turn out to be something so very different to what you’ve always thought. I still think you’re a hypocrite, and I still dislike you for it. I’d forgive you easily if you ever bothered to try to make up for it. If you ever bothered to call or text or email or SOMETHING. But you won’t. So you go on believing about kindness to others and do unto you shit, but we both know that you’re perfectly capable of turning your back on someone when they ask for help. I really hope that bothers you. At least a little bit. If it were only a little bit, I’d forgive you.

Aaaaaaaaaaanyway.
I’m just rambling because I’m tired. Went to the gym today and had an hour long session for freeeeeee haha. But it means I’m knackered. In a good way though. I have, however, decided that I really freakin hate mirrors. Mirrors are the epitome of crap.

I was going to write some more, but I want to sleeeep.

Seeing watchmen tomorrow yay!

I’m off, goodnight