i've been upset to the point of tears all this week, because of you. i couldn't tell anyone why the fuck i was bursting into tears nearly every time someone talked to me. everyone knew something was wrong, but my strong protests of telling them created frustration, and they gave up asking if i was okay. i couldn't say why i wasn't okay, i couldn't say what you had done, the way you had made me feel like an utter fucking whore. you asked one of MY friends out, MINE, after what happened between you and me, and you know what? i can't say a god damned fucking thing about it because it makes me look like a slut. and guess what? i don't even hate y