#197
I miss you.
Our fight in the first place was fucking stupid. Fuck, what did we even fight about anyway? I can't even fucking remember but all I know that other people were affected too and fuck, that was not cool.
I'm pissed at myself. Pissed at you too. Because it was both our fucking fauls that it happened.
I miss our late night convos about nothing. About everything. You exasperated me a whole lot a lot of fucking times but I usually just waved it away because we were friends.
Two fucking years, you know? Who throws that away? Us. The fucking morons that we are.
I don't think we'll be back to what we were. Too much lost, too little gained. Prides and egos were hurt in the process. I know I'll never be able to fucking look at you the same way ever again. Too busy thinking about ways I can avoid punching your fucking face because sometimes you make me uncontrollably angry.
We were both stubborn but you were always the more stubborn one. Fucking hell. It made talking to you a fucking chore sometimes. I would never try to make people see it my way unless it's for their own good or some fuck like that. But whenever I tried to convince you that the other way was better, you would firmly stand your ground. So fucking firmly that I felt like pushing you off balance. Maybe break your goddamn bones while I'm at it.
Where did this irrational anger come from? Fuck if I know. But seeing you online earlier brought forth all this rage that I had kept pent up.
Our fight in the first place was fucking stupid. Fuck, what did we even fight about anyway? I can't even fucking remember but all I know that other people were affected too and fuck, that was not cool.
I'm pissed at myself. Pissed at you too. Because it was both our fucking fauls that it happened.
I miss our late night convos about nothing. About everything. You exasperated me a whole lot a lot of fucking times but I usually just waved it away because we were friends.
Two fucking years, you know? Who throws that away? Us. The fucking morons that we are.
I don't think we'll be back to what we were. Too much lost, too little gained. Prides and egos were hurt in the process. I know I'll never be able to fucking look at you the same way ever again. Too busy thinking about ways I can avoid punching your fucking face because sometimes you make me uncontrollably angry.
We were both stubborn but you were always the more stubborn one. Fucking hell. It made talking to you a fucking chore sometimes. I would never try to make people see it my way unless it's for their own good or some fuck like that. But whenever I tried to convince you that the other way was better, you would firmly stand your ground. So fucking firmly that I felt like pushing you off balance. Maybe break your goddamn bones while I'm at it.
Where did this irrational anger come from? Fuck if I know. But seeing you online earlier brought forth all this rage that I had kept pent up.