You’re the person I rely on to make me feel better as I know that you will. You’ve told me you’ll always be there, no matter what and now that I really need you. You fuck off. I’m sat here not knowing what to do with myself. Feeling like shit. All because I can’t speak to you which’ll cheer me up. Because you no longer care. I honestly thought you were different from the rest of the people that leave when someone bad happens, but no, I was wrong. Nice one.