I literally hate you, you’re so immature and have to have it your way. you can’t tell me I’m a bad friend when you would get mad at anything good that happened in my life and care only for yourself. I was there for you for EVERY single thing that happened and when something happens to me, you make it about yourself. Just because I have trauma and put up my boundaries from it, you can’t call me a bitch and blow up at me.