People really don’t know what they have until it’s gone. I’d say that I’m a good girlfriend. I take care of the person, always listen, am always on the phone, see them as much as possible, and try my best to make them happy. I give everyone second, third, fourth chances and forgive even though I really shouldn’t. I’m a good friend too, because I respect my friends. I don’t talk shit, I just don’t start drama. And people take advantage of that. They use me, and disrespect me. And the. when I finally leave, they act like nothings wrong. But as the weeks go on, they ALL miss me. Without a doubt. Everyone I’ve been involved with has come back to me in one way or another. But you know what? I don’t need you anymore. I don’t need you guys as much as you think. Seriously, don’t say you miss me, it’s your fault you fucked up. Go home.
