Alaya: don't you dare blame this on me, Jamie. This isn't my fault and I won't let you make me believe it is. I won't let you guilt trip me into thinking it's my fault. You could have come and seen if I was okay. You can't just rely on texts.
Alaya: I'm fucking done. Why did I even bother.
Jamie: i wasn't saying that because i dO FUCKING KNOW THAT I WAS WRONG AS WELL! you feel bad right? well i fucking do too so stop telling me ABOUT MY DAMN MISTAKES!
Jamie: yeah don't text me no more and keep the dog.
Alaya: at least i didn't stick my dick in someone else. at least i didn't pleasure someone else and moan their name. at least i didn't put my lips to someone else's skin and make them moan because of what i was doing.
Alaya: no. it was just you. but apparently i wasn't good enough
Jamie: you did! you went mia, you didn't contact me in any way. you told me one time you were busy and when i said what have you been up to and you went like 'i was home.' like what were even talking about back than alaya
Jamie yeah i was high while doing that cause the person who helped me when i was feeling low went away cause she was to busy to even text her boyfriend
Jamie: you were good enough.. you /are/ good enough but you just weren't what i seem to have needed back than cause you weren't around.