jimjimjimjimjimjim.

wow, you know me so well. i told you icky was a bitch, but you wouldn't listen. and now suddenly it's my fault you misread everything i said? if i say no, don't touch me, it means no. if i say please don't tell loads of people, it means don't. if i say i'm annoyed at you, i am. if i say stop waiting around for me, it means stop.
          y'know, i was scared of losing you as a friend - i really was. you made me laugh and you cared when i was upset. but ofc, you saw me as "your property," i'm not allowed to talk to other guys, even if i don't like them. actually, who am i kidding? it's my fault. life's a bitch.