i just spent over an hour jumping on my bed & SCREAMING songs out about how i'm through. about how terrible it really was,
&you can have your fat ass new girlfriend&your abusive obssesive personality&you can steal my friends&have them because they obviously werent good people in the first place, &you can have all of those awkward sanmarcos parties with people who leer at me while my back is turned&know only halftruths&probably always will, &you can take with you the fact that i do love you &always will, but i can't do this to myself anymore, &you can tell everyone those awful things about me &pretend what we had was not absolutely tremendous,
but you can't have me anymore
for the first time in practically four years,
you cannot have me.