you bitch. okay, so I organise things for us to get together this weekend.
great.
I get really excited, only to check my texts in the supermarket and discover you have 'homework' and are really 'tired'. AKA you cba to hang out with your 'best' friends.
theeen I dye my hair, take a picture and put it on facebook. I'm aware that I look a little ropey, having no make up on, and it's evening on the DAY I dyed it, so it's obviously going to be a bit bright.
all you say is:
'um makes u look really young babe xxx'
don't fucking babe me.
you're the one who cancelled. and quite obviously, with newly dyed hair, i'm going to be a bit tentative about it. you don't say, wow it looks gorgeous, or really great even. no.
jesus.
if i cancelled on YOU, or said that to YOU, then you'd be pissed and wouldn't speak to me for a week. but this is me here, so obviously it doesn't matter.
just fuck off.
