It's funny isnt it, how you think you know someone and you think they like you and then when the slightest bit of difference, the slightest bit of trouble comes along they stop liking you, just long enough to talk about you. Or they argue with you, make out youre crazy, youre a liar.
I'm so sick of it all.
So sick of being called crazy.
So sick of being left behind.
I'm 20 in 13 days and yet I feel like I'm 15 again.
I feel like I'm going mad.
Ben basically told me I was invisible, withdrawing, a slut and emotionally unstable. He doesnt remember me with fondness and he has nothing to say to me. I'm not the same as the other girls and he's happy to keep it that way.
God I wish I'd never got involved with him.
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