I can’t fucking stand liking you. Your face makes me smile every time I see it and I hate that. You don’t want me and that’s fine, you probably did at one point but you’re too damn fickle to stay on one emotion for too long. I just wish you didn’t spend so much time on me. Staying up until 6 in the morning with each other for those couple months. All those little games we played… you stalking me and vice versa. It was all fun for a while. And then I don’t know what happened, I did something wrong or you realized you didn’t like me like that… whatever the case. But I wasn’t over it. I was still all in.
I think things changed when he came along. All of a sudden you didn’t have time for me or your friends, then you started talking about him nonstop. I found out I was the jealous type (which really really bothers me), haha go figure. To be honest, I got the hint then but chose not to acknowledge it until now. Now I feel like such a fool for this, for wasting my time… .
And now look, you got yourself hurt. What goes around comes around? No. You just set yourself up for that, because deep down you want to feel bad. I hate to see you like this but what can I do? Nothing. Just give me back the last couple months of my life back and we can pretend we’re strangers.