"Shhh, let's hurry up before Heather comes in."
Perfect. Just bloody perfect.
That little statment at the top is what my soposed friends said about me today while I was in the bathromo stall and they hadn't seen me yet. I just fucking love how they say shit about me behind my fucking back, If you don't fucking like me then fucking tell me. Don't drag on with this fucking bullshit.
But you know what, It's fine, I've lost my will to give a fuck. I don't care what they do anymore, I have friends that fucking accept me for who I am, And what I've become.
The question I'm trying to figure out is, what have I become? What have I done to them that was so fucking terible!?
Whatever.
I don't care anymore.
I've lost my will to care about shit anymore
No more drama for heather.
That's it.