Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time neither will I.
This is the last time. I'm going to be straightforward: because quite frankly, I hate this. And I finally got it. Is that what you wanted the entire time? Because I feel like you did. It's over now; Too bad I had to waste so much ink before I got the point; Too bad I wasted so much time.
I wish I could take every trace of you out of my life like you did to me. You make it seem easy. And it sucks because I didn't even get anything from this: No life lesson, no grave mistakes to learn from, no experience gained. I think the fact that this wasn't as substantial as I hoped it would be is the most disappointing thing of all. That it was nothing. And I'm the same. So you must have faked it from the beginning. We can't even stay friends. And I can't believe I'm still writing about it, but one more moment of disbelief can't hurt, right?
I hope you get everything you really want in life.
But I think it rules that I already know you won't. And after all of this, I could care less
Don't waste your time telling me what you think; you havent wasted any thus far, so why start now?
I don't want your opinion, advice, choices, lectures, ideas.
But you know what, at least I can get over it now. And I won't feel this way again, because I could never hate anyone as much as I do in this moment.
That's the closest thought to comfort that I'll ever have of you
This is the severance of everything we started, and you were right.
You couldn't finish it, cause I just did.
Thanks for nothing.