fuck off. get out of my head, i don’t want to spend weeks of my summer with you. pretend i’m not there or treat me normally, not this ridiculous gray area that you’re in. oh, so you still talk to that other girl you made out with? go for it, who am i to say any thing about it? we were friends. now we’re not. you can choose to change that, or every time we pass each other it will be awkward as fuck. your name doesn’t mean anything to me like it used to, and believe me i used to smile evry time i thought about you. now every time i see you on facebook i want to throw a rock at you. why? because i still like you. a lot. and i resent that because i know i screwed everything up and i didn’t have to. at the same time, you’re not the best with this situation, so you could help me out a little. or a lot. it’s your choice, and i hate that. so at this moment, i hate you but i like you. it sucks and i just want to forget about it. i feel like i’m running around in circles, and you’re just standing there. good for you, why can’t i do the same?