Why'd you bother to talk to me on Friday?
Why'd you bother to sit next to me on Friday?
Why do that shit you did when I liked you back then?
Because I'm not retarded. This story has the same ending. I know that you'll just hurt me more than I plan.
Yet I can feel the 'soft beginning rush'. God fuck you.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
I've never said that about a previous relationship, but god I hate you.
You don't give a shit about me, you just want my attention. You like the fact that I could like you somehow. I won't. I refuse.
I made the end a year ago, and you did nothing and just let me walk away and never asked for me back. That's what happens. We don't come back. I hope you learn that so you stop treating girls the way you treated me or anyone before/after me.
Please don't bother talking to me tomorrow, or ever again. And stop bringing up my current relationship. I don't care if you fucking think he's weird, he makes me happy, a lot happier than you ever did.