Not Worth The Money

Just as I thought you were gone. You somehow manage to pop up again. Love will find you. Everyone has friends that are worth keeping but sadly you are not. Stop worrying about me and worry about your damn self. Its what you're good at. It's always you anyways.

I know, I'm shameless. I'm cruel. I'm a bitch. You are weak, feeble and feed on other people sympathy for your confidence. It's not called friendship. Please know the differences. It's becoming very shuddersome and if I ever see you again, I'd probably stab you with my house keys.