Remember

Remember all those nights we stayed up all night just to say we did it, and remember those best friend rings? Do you remember all our little secrets and the random things we shouted out and laughed till we couldn't breathe?

Well, you can have them all back, every single memory, because now, all you seem to care about is yourself and I'm sick of it, so take all those memories and good times and i don't want to hear about or think about them anymore.

So, as I'm sitting up in my room crying, you can be out with your boyfriend and not even have a second thought of how, supposedly, your best friend with broken heart, is doing.