I can’t believe I still have feelings for you. Sure it was all nice and fun when we were close and best friends, but the moment we stop talking, I’m to blame right? At this point, I think the term “best friends” is a bit far fetched. Were we ever really close? Nope. I was just hear to listen to your bullshit ass problems and to keep you entertained. Did you ever ask me to hang out? Nope. I always had to be the one wanting to hang out and you always had some bullshit ass excuse. The more I think about you, the more it rips me up on the inside. We stop talking for a few weeks. I know why you distanced yourself but you didn’t even care to ask me why I distanced myself. And in those two weeks, you found some other nigga to talk to and then you have the audacity to text me with “hey you’re lost”. FUCK YOU. I hate you.
But I can’t stop loving you. So here I am. Slowly trying to get back into your life with no success. People tell me you’re a waste of time and I should just forget you. Although I try, it just doesn’t work. I wonder how long it’ll take for you to realize that I’ve been here through it all. It doesn’t even matter anymore. You forgot about me, so I think it’s only fair that I forget about you. S hould jus T stop lov I N g and thin K ing about Y ou.