Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

I’m spent. Honestly, I don’t think anyone could even comprehend how fucking livid and spent I am on this fucking shit.

You’re fucked if you think I’m making you a fucking priority in my life when I mean nothing to you except, “Come hang out I’m bored” or fucking, “Hang out later? I need kisses.”

FUCK YOUR NEEDS, BITCH. This is two fucking weekends in a row where I needed you and wanted to spend time with you and you won’t fucking come see me. I’m not saying to make me a priority, because I certainly shouldn’t be since we aren’t dating anymore. But fuck you if you think I’m dropping everything for you. What the fuck did I ever get out of this besides you fucking hurting me?

Fuck this shit. I’m fucking spent. I’m done with guys from New Jersey. I’m not fucking playing games anymore. The next guy I talk to or whatever isn’t just going to get to do whatever the fuck he wants to do. No guy is fucking walking all over me anymore. I’m done with high school bullshit. I’m done with people not treating me right.