True that.
That you temporarily have this power over me, once again. You had it at the start of our relationship, and now you have regained because you didn’t text me back. Why does something so simple and stupid do this to me? I fucking hate you, I HATE YOU. I hope you know that. We were on the track to becoming friends again. But you just had to show me you were better, you didn’t need me, you don’t have to text me back. You know what? Fuck you. Because that doesn’t make you better than me, that makes you a shitty person. Yeah, you have your pride, in your head you think you’ve won, but really, what did you win? In making someone feel worse about themselves? In showing you don’t give a fuck about your ex girlfriend? Then congratulations, I’m glad I didn’t win. You can have it, the prize, the satisfaction in knowing you were a douche bag. I fucking loved you, you fucking loved me. Yes I was an asshole, but so were you, I finally apologized, thought we were moving past everything, but I guess you thought differently. And so this how it truly, finally ends? I lost all respect I ever had for you. I’m not going to say I’m over this, that this won’t affect me anymore, but I’m over trying. I will sit at home and cry and be miserable, but I will not fucking text you. I won’t. And after awhile, it won’t hurt as bad. And I’ll meet someone new, and move on completely, and the only memory I will have of you is an immature asshole who in the end didn’t care. So awesome, you win, I hate you and you can go die in a hole. If making other people feel like shit makes you feel better about yourself then you weren’t who I thought you were, and I’m glad we are parting for good because you are definitely not someone that I want to know.
I HATE YOU YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I’ll be okay. Not tonight. Not this week. But once I go back to school I know I’ll be okay. It’s just gonna be hell getting through this week.
I know soon you’ll realize I was the best you ever had. You’ll miss me. But I’ll be done missing you, because once you hate someone, have a reason to be mad at them, the missing and moving on goes away a lot easier. GO DIE YOU FUCKTARD
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