I’m not mad that you forgave him. I’m not mad that you invited me to come. I’m not mad that you only think about yourself…. Oh wait. I am hurt that you only think about yourself. I’m sad that you forgave him after what he did to you. I’m hurt that you can’t remember why I don’t like him. The words he chose to say to me.. like I forgave him too or something, and no.. I fucking didn’t. And we had plans BRO. Like after you fucking spill your heart out to me, you start acting reeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaallllllllll fucking shady. Call me your best friend when I’d drop everything for you, and you’d roll with you backstabbing ‘homie’ after we made plans. THAT is why I am upset.