Requested To Follow

"Requested to follow you" 

I hate you.

I hate the shit you pulled.

The funny thing is that again I called it.

I fucking called that shit.

You were the only one who kept saying shit.

I told you over and over and over again I would never do that shit to you.

Especially to you.

I knew what you were going through.

I knew you needed me to be there for you.

I just wish it didn't have to come true.

I trusted you.

I believed you.

I loved you.

We had it all planned out.

Now I see how little I meant to you.

How I'm easily replaceable.

So fuck you.

And the stupid bitch next to you.