I just hope this doesn't come off as love scorned...
You know what? Fuck you.
I don't even care that you're with her. Really. I could care less. The thing that makes me the most angry is that you won't admit it. I don't care that you don't like me. Really. I don't, because at this point, all I want to do is hurt you.
I know I was messed up that last time I saw you. But you could have at least had the balls to tell me to my face that it's over. All the lame excuses any time I tried to get you to do anything whatsoever, so unbelieveable, so absolutely pathetic, so completely egotistical, so totally, above anything else, hurtfully maddening.
I will say this right now. I don't say this very often at all, because it's so strong, but at this moment, it's unrestrainable: I loathe you and everything you are doing. I almost hate you. I do. I will make you hate me. I will make this next month miserable, because then neither of us will ever have to deal with this again.
I just hope this doesn't come off as love scorned. I don't love. I form strong attachments, I lust, but right now, I do not want to think of it as anything close to love.
At least he had the balls to tell me to back off. That's more than you've ever done.
And you want to know what this worst part is? It only confirms that all anyone cares about is getting some. And I know that is incredibly hipocritical of me to say, but at least I fucking care about people.
Fuck.
I don't even care that you're with her. Really. I could care less. The thing that makes me the most angry is that you won't admit it. I don't care that you don't like me. Really. I don't, because at this point, all I want to do is hurt you.
I know I was messed up that last time I saw you. But you could have at least had the balls to tell me to my face that it's over. All the lame excuses any time I tried to get you to do anything whatsoever, so unbelieveable, so absolutely pathetic, so completely egotistical, so totally, above anything else, hurtfully maddening.
I will say this right now. I don't say this very often at all, because it's so strong, but at this moment, it's unrestrainable: I loathe you and everything you are doing. I almost hate you. I do. I will make you hate me. I will make this next month miserable, because then neither of us will ever have to deal with this again.
I just hope this doesn't come off as love scorned. I don't love. I form strong attachments, I lust, but right now, I do not want to think of it as anything close to love.
At least he had the balls to tell me to back off. That's more than you've ever done.
And you want to know what this worst part is? It only confirms that all anyone cares about is getting some. And I know that is incredibly hipocritical of me to say, but at least I fucking care about people.
Fuck.