I’m sorry. I’m sorry I say cruel things to you sometimes. Honestly, though, it really sucks that I can’t even tell you why I’m so mad at you. Why I feel the need to hurt your feelings. Are you really so daft that you don’t know I’m pushing you away because I can’t handle just fucking anymore? Do you really not get that I’ve been in love with you since we met? I know you’re not interested. I know I’m just a play-thing to you. It’s okay. Except that it’s not okay and I want us to be so much more. So yeah, it’s over; I’m in an actual relationship now, sort of. Yes, I wear his hat everywhere to remind me that he’s making me so much happier. I wear his hat to remind me that I need to forget about you. Don’t make fun of my hat. Please. I need it. I need you out of my head.