i hate how much you dictate how i regard potential lovers now: guarded and skeptical. I don’t think your mind games deserve an iota of thought but here i am, fucked up and scared from your baiting.
i love you and i hate you. i wish i never met you. i wonder how happy I’d be right now if i never met you. i compare everyone to you. you don’t deserve to be a standard but im just so fucked up.
i am fucking tired. i’d appreciate it if id never be reminded of your presence.
Ironically lovingly yours,