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Fuck you.
Seriously.
But hey. I'm not going to go out of my way and turn everyone against you. Because I'm better than that. And you can do that all on your own.
I can't believe you'd give me that false hope. You wouldn't have even told me unless I asked you. You'd have strung me along until I figured it out myself.
I can't believe you'd think I actually want to speak to you afterwards.
I can't believe you'd fucking kiss me. Give me all that hope. Allow me to put that necklace on. Pretend like you wanted to hang out with me. Cuddled next to me. Lead me on like you did.
You knew exactly what you were doing. I bet you thought I'd always be there for you to fall back on. Well fuck you. Astrid was right. You played me like the little bitch I was.
If this was your sick twisted way of getting me back for all the shit I did to you...congratulations. It worked.
I wonder if you feel guilty. I wonder if you're going to cry. I wonder if you're going to want to call me. I wonder if you realize that I would have been the best thing to happen to you. I wonder if you realize that this is all your fault.
I was always there for you these last few months. I listened while you bitched about everything from school to Emilie. I listend to you talk about Emilie to me because I cared enough about you to go through that. I was there for you whenever you needed me. Any and every time you needed to talk I'd listen. Every. Time. Even the day after I told you not to call me you called. And I listened. Every time. Because I thought you needed to talk to someone and I was the only one you could talk to. No more. You lost that the second you told me you felt you'd been obligated to 'not hurt me'.
And I want you to know...that I don't care if you feel guilty. I don't feel bad for you one little bit. You get absolutly no sympathy from me at all. Ever again. I don't care how stressed or tired or confused you were about things. You played me like the fool that I was. You used me and spit me out. And I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you.
You fucked me over so bad. You let me get a little taste of that familiar comfort that I'd been longing for for months. And then you ripped it all away.
Everyone was right when they said I needed to stay away from you. From now on I'm going to listen to them. God knows they know things better than I do.
Seriously.
But hey. I'm not going to go out of my way and turn everyone against you. Because I'm better than that. And you can do that all on your own.
I can't believe you'd give me that false hope. You wouldn't have even told me unless I asked you. You'd have strung me along until I figured it out myself.
I can't believe you'd think I actually want to speak to you afterwards.
I can't believe you'd fucking kiss me. Give me all that hope. Allow me to put that necklace on. Pretend like you wanted to hang out with me. Cuddled next to me. Lead me on like you did.
You knew exactly what you were doing. I bet you thought I'd always be there for you to fall back on. Well fuck you. Astrid was right. You played me like the little bitch I was.
If this was your sick twisted way of getting me back for all the shit I did to you...congratulations. It worked.
I wonder if you feel guilty. I wonder if you're going to cry. I wonder if you're going to want to call me. I wonder if you realize that I would have been the best thing to happen to you. I wonder if you realize that this is all your fault.
I was always there for you these last few months. I listened while you bitched about everything from school to Emilie. I listend to you talk about Emilie to me because I cared enough about you to go through that. I was there for you whenever you needed me. Any and every time you needed to talk I'd listen. Every. Time. Even the day after I told you not to call me you called. And I listened. Every time. Because I thought you needed to talk to someone and I was the only one you could talk to. No more. You lost that the second you told me you felt you'd been obligated to 'not hurt me'.
And I want you to know...that I don't care if you feel guilty. I don't feel bad for you one little bit. You get absolutly no sympathy from me at all. Ever again. I don't care how stressed or tired or confused you were about things. You played me like the fool that I was. You used me and spit me out. And I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you.
You fucked me over so bad. You let me get a little taste of that familiar comfort that I'd been longing for for months. And then you ripped it all away.
Everyone was right when they said I needed to stay away from you. From now on I'm going to listen to them. God knows they know things better than I do.