Me: You could seriously get away with it because you look so young.
Dylan: You’re my jailbait.
Me: But I’m not 15?
Dylan: Shh let me have my moment..  

You and your homewrecking ass. I guess I’ll be the unforgiving bitch in this situaton. Four months of extreme depression, suicide attempts, and my bullimia coming back full force. No fucking WAY I’m just going to say “Lol it’s okay, I know you put me through the worst pain in my life but we’ll still be friends!”.  I’m SO glad I have someone new in my life or I wouldn’t have made it through it. I’m happy, but just knowing that I went through hell and back and you had to add all the fuel to the fire makes it unbearable. Especially after being told I’m terrible and no one wants to be around me, you’re kind of making it seem like you agree with him and it’s a huge slap in the face. I’m glad you’re both happy but I hope you think of how bad you screwed things up for everyone every, single, damn, day. I thought ‘best friends’ help each other through break-ups, not date their ex ASAP. 

Done.