when i speak… everyone expects hate to come out;
bitterness.
blaming the present for my past mistakes.
frustration.
but WHY should i fake a smile when theres nothing to smile about?
why should we pretend to be friends when the hate is mutual?
you fuck me over and act as if nothing is wrong,
but im the “angry” one when i speak on it?
….life is a joke sometimes.
friends are temporary.
relationships dont last.
and blood is not thicker than water.
so what the fuck is the point?
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