Holy fucking christ.

Genevieve, you have proven to me now more than ever that your actions do not match your words.

You never told me you loved him.

You never told me you told him.

How can you expect to forbid me to speak with another friend?

Where the fuck is your logic.

You cannot tell me who I can and cannot hang out with.

It is not my fault you didn’t express to me the seriousness of your feelings.

Had I known, I never would’ve agreed to sleepover his place.

But even then, I still wouldn’t regret anything that happened that night.

You jealousy is raging

and it’s clouding everything in your path.

Now you’ve destroyed too much,

And I feel nothing but disappointment.