I asked you if you wanted to hang out tonight like three hours ago and you said you were figuring out dinner plans but you’d let me know. and now you text me saying you’re going to your boyfriends tonight because you need to get out of your house cause you’re going to have a panic attack. umm excuse me but you couldnt get out of your house by hanging out with me? what the fuck. i’m tired of being a back up plan to everyone.
