You don’t understand. It’s not about the fact that I didn’t get any material items for my birthday that year. It’s not about the fact that I didn’t get a cake.
It’s that you weren’t there to fix it. It’s about you choosing work over a day that’s special to me. Its about you not being there to say “my little girl deserves better than that.” It’s about me feeling broken because everyone forgot.
And now you do it again. Yes, you’ve made up for the material items. You’ve spoiled me with everything I could want. But it’s not about that.
I AM LAUGHING SO HARD WHO IS THIS GUY YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER
oh my god i cant stop laughing though this guy
gUYS OH MY GOD STOP TEXTING HIM I AM SCARED NOWwhy are people reblogging this again I swear I’m going to cry