Because you’re building a life with someone who doesn’t even see you in their future.
You were full of promise, excuses, and ultimately, disappointment.
I guess I just love being treated like shit.
Am I, as my boys so gracefully say it, a pussy?
This weekend only: Millioneiress Pop Up Shop! Because you’re not going to Governors Ball or Summer jam anyway.
Be a bad bitch. Because you can.
I thought you were different. My bad.
I want this to be the last thing I ever write about you because you were always wrong for me.
Am I really asking for it?
Everything is not as it seems.