first, someone tells me off. confronts me for god knows what i’ve done except being a sweetheart friend to lend a listening ear each time you fucking screw up. i don’t appreciate it, any part of it.

second, you don’t have any rights to tell me off like that. i was perfectly fine till you came by. is it so wrong to have time off alone, time by myself? you seem to know everything, so why not fix this one for me.

had the worst week. WORST.