Seriously, screw you.
Screw you for meeting me.
Screw you for flirting with me.
Screw you for talking to me until 3 am.
Screw you for telling me all your secrets.
Screw you for forgetting about me.
Screw you for not fighting for me when I pushed you away.
Screw you for saying that you’re not good enough for me when you are.
Screw you, David.
I don’t care if you read this.
Read this post and be pissed off.
Hate me and never want to talk to me again.
Because then you might actually feel something toward me.
You broke my heart.
I acted like it didn’t even matter.
It always will.
Because you were my first heartbreak.
You knew every.fucking.little.thing. about me.
I’m tired of pretending, because I hurt.
I hurt every time I see your name on my news feed.
I hate that you ‘tried’ to talk to me more often then ‘got busy’ and couldn’t respond to any of my messages, even after you offered to help me with my writing.
I hate that you seem so indifferent.
Go find some other fucking girl you can say is ‘beautiful and amazing and kind’ because I don’t want to be that any more.
I don’t feel beautiful and amazing and kind.
I feel ugly, unwanted, terrible, hideous, mean, rude.
I have so much hurt in me that it’s ridiculous.
I hurt more than I’ve ever hurt in my life.
So you know what?