It’s tough for me to write this. Knowing you are so far away and are barely thinking about me. It’s tough, seriously. To know that I can’t get you out of my mind while you care as little for me. And to think that I still have SO much bottled up. So much to tell you. But what does it matter now? If I told you or not, it wouldn’t matter. It wouldn’t make a difference. Everything you said or did means nothing now. You don’t care about me. And it hurts. It truly hurts. I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed. Who do you think you are? Running around leaving scars. Don’t come back for me anymore. Really, I’m starting to get along. You being away is the best thing that has happened to me. You, collecting your jar of hearts. You’re gonna catch a cold with the ice inside your soul.
I’m so sick of thinking about you…when you never return the favor. I wish you never came into my life, cause all you’ve brought is sadness and despair. The good things you brought are killed by the bad thoughts.
You don’t get to get me back.