You’ve put me through way to much in the short time we’ve been talking. You were suchh a nice guy. But I guess I should’ve seen this coming. Maybe things would’ve been different if things had happened differently. I don’t really know anymore. I hate that I miss you, I hate that when I see your name on chat i hate you, but at the same time I’m waiting for you to text me. I hate that the time you do text me, I throw my phone at the ground and don’t reply. But I still want to talk to you. I know I should hate you, I know what you did was completely stupid, and rude. I’m going to see you around, and want to punch you, but at the same time, not. 

Plusss, I just remembered I have my Romeo and Juliet essay due on Monday, and I only have probably 200 out of the 650 words I need, and I work tomorrow. Cool.

My lifes just going great right now. ughhh.

I hate how I thought this was going to be fucking different. Thanks for that, really made me feel good. I should’ve listened to everyone. Fuuuuuck. Yooooou.

Ps. Don’t expect me to reply anymore, because I’m done with your bullshit!

You ask to hang out today, but I can’t. So I make an effort to still hang out, and you say sure. But ten minutes before i’m off, you can’t make it because ‘something came up.’

Coool.

Like usual.