“friends”
I’m finding out that they talk about me and make fun of me behind my back. I admit I have done those things and I regret them but the people that are doing this to me are the people i care about and afraid of losing. How can they not see how I’m feeling.
On the last day of the school
some people are like:
and other people are like:
and i’m just like:
(Source: whydidipullthetriggerboom, via itssofluffy-im-gonna-die)
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