This bitch is directed at myself for being such a fucking doormat. It's cool you found someone, he seems like a nice dude. It's just that it seems it was only a few weeks ago that we used to link arms everywhere we went, hang out all the time, text eachother for no reason, and all that lame flirty stuff...You must know how I feel, and you obviously feel alot different now. I'm trying my hardest not too be bitter, even as I held both of your drinks so you guys could go have a smoke. I remember we used to just sneak them outside under our shirts, but those days are gone. Why did you even invite me out? More importantly, why am I such a fucking tool?---bring on the flames. My self esteem couldn't be any more shot at this point.