Me and My Fucking Questions.
I asked you a fucking stupid question that I didn't want the answer to. "Do you ever miss our relationship? Would you ever think about getting back together?" I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REGRETTED IT. I don't want to know how you feel about me. I want to forget you were ever even there. You are so beyond any sort of lines that you double crossed that would have made me not love you any more. I can even say that I might even dislike you. I am so tired of my brain tricking me into wanting you again. Fuck this. I'm done with you.