thanks for telling me that you hate me to death in my face. what did I do? I helped you through your depression, I took time to actually draw you gifts instead of doing homework. I’m the only person who supports you being trans. I obsess over your art.
You never bothered to help with my depression. You never draw me any gifts. You don’t give a shit that I’m bisexual. You always glare at my art and make faces at me when I draw.
I was so supportive with you, and you’re here throwing me off.
Wow, that’s definitely what a friend would do. Isn’t it, Brielle?