I’m sorry for missing you.
I’m sorry for getting upset when you couldn’t hang out with me last night because I was only in town for a day. I’m sorry I missed you. I’m sorry i’m being a bitch to you even though you don’t deserve it since you didn’t know that I was in town. I’m sorry that you were stuck with a girlfriend that hid things from you and told you she didn’t see the message I sent to her to pass on to you. Who the hell texts statuses to Facebook? Yeah you believe your girlfriend’s lies. I already lost a guy best friend once because of his girlfriend and I’m sure this time it won’t be any different with you. You didn’t even seem to care when you knew I was in town and ya missed me. You were too busy getting drunk. Oh wait with who? Your girlfriend. She gave you drinks so you would just be shitfaced and not even come see me because she knew exactly when I was coming into town and acted oblivious the next day replying to my message. I care about you so much and you mean so much to me but yet you don’t even care. I hate your girlfriend and what she’s turned you into. Fuck her. You have a good life with that bitch.
The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.
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| — | Steve Furtick (via thebeatofherowndrum) |
