You know what hurts the most? When the people you thought were your friends aren’t there when you need them. When someone you care about decides to ditch you when we have something important to talk about. When you’re waiting after almost 4 hours for them to at least tell you that they can’t hang out. This is why I hate Naples. The people are terrible. There might be a few good people, that’s it. This is why I seriously want to move to Tampa. To avoid all of this. Maybe all of this could have been avoided, but then again maybe this is what fate has decided to give me. I’m done ranting. Hopefully some good will come my way for once and I’ll stop getting my heartbroken.







