watching pocahontas and wondering how her winged eyeliner is so on point in 1607 Virginia
i wish you had been real with me from the jump. i wish it hadn’t ended this way. but i’d never give you the satisfaction of letting you know i do. im sick of being the bigger person. of suffering in silence to keep the peace. i’ve swallowed my pride too many times in our relationship. and i shouldn’t have to in the first place. im fucking angry. and im not the one who fucked up. how dare you be angry at me?