I am so incredibly mad at you. You know that i’ll always come back to you. you know i love you, and you exploit my feelings to get what you want. You’re so smart. you know how to manipulate me in such subtle ways that i can’t call you out on it. Well played, kid, well played.
You make me mad at myself, too, though. I shouldn’t care one bit if you answer my texts or calls, or if you ask another girl to spend time together. I always joke around that i have no emotions and no heart, but i wonder if you’ll ever know that i feel nothing to escape the pain you caused.
I know someday i’ll be over you, and someday, i’ll be happy again. i hope that day comes soon, because right now, i am so mad at you and i am so mad at me for being so mad at you. You’ll never know how much pain you’ve caused me, becausee you don’t think enough to care.