I don’t know what is wrong with me sometimes. I hate you, I really do. I loathe your douchebag facebook posts and the way you make me feel like shit whenever we talk. I wish I had never met you, never complimented your goddamn tie and I definitely wish I’d never kissed you. We had a great relationship for all of a week and then you revealed your true colors. You are a miserable person and I hate you. I hate you for humiliating me in front of all of my friends and making me feel like a worthless piece of crap all over something I didn’t even do. I’m glad I get Emily on my side and I wish I had the guts to say the things she’s said to your face. You have made me miserable and I fucking hate you!
I can’t stop thinking about you.
I wake up and wish you were here.
I want to tell you about a joke I heard.
I want you to be back in my life every day.
I LOVE YOU.
Which I think makes me hate you even more.
So take your Lil Wayne outfit and your paint-splattered tie and get out of my life, my heart, and my head.