I still sit here, and can’t help but think of you. Why!? I don’t get it!? I should be able to forget, but I can’t. Always there, in the back of my head. Still. And it fucking hurts, really fucking hurts, and I hate it.
Feelings, just fuck off. FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF…Time for a spliff.
You deserved what I said today, the lies you told were out of line, truth.
You know what? Fuck it. I’ll come straight out with it. I know I’m acting pathetic, but I don’t care, what I’m frustrated about is that you don’t know how I feel about you. I know I’m 15 and “you’ll get over it” bullshit, but feelings are feelings no matter what the situation or age. You might not mean to, but your fucking with me. I’m not annoyed at you, I’m annoyed at myself for letting my fucking emotions get the better of me. Listen to me when I say your the best I’ve met, it’s not changing.
But there didn’t have to be complications? And there is a difference, all I wanted was it to be the same as it was before. Isn’t that the easier option?
