.. since i tumblrd something, but i am so furious right now that if i don’t say something, i’d explode. and if i do say it to someone, i’d cause trouble ~~~
i don’t miss you. i don’t miss you at fucking all. i’m not going to miss you, from this point on. want to know why i had the sudden change of heart? because your a jackass. a complete, and utter, jackass. for once, i’d like some fucking appreciation for what i gave to you. but do i ever get it in return? nope. the word best friend is used to loosely anymore. you, obviously never felt the same way about me, as i did about you. you just continued to let me make a complete and total ass out of myself. why didn’t you do this sooner? why did you let this go on for as long as it did? if i’m so god damn clingy, why did you keep putting me back into your life? how come all those times you told me you missed me, i believed you? how come all those times you said i love you, i also believed you? why would i sit up until 4 in the morning with you, making fun of all your exs? why did i care so much about you, and you probably didn’t care at all? whys that? because, your an ass. have been, and always will be. why am i just noticing it now? because, my anger has gotten the best of me. i had no idea that a three letter word, with a question mark at the end, could piss me off so much. what did i say to you? did i say something in greek? no, i said a three worded phrase used quite often in the english language - i miss you. what do i get back in return? - huh. yeah, “huh.” now, what is so fucking complicated about the phrase i miss you. is it difficult to understand? tell me? i don’t think it is. i can surely understand it. even a fucking chimpanzee could understand it. so, forget it. forget this, forget everything i’ve felt for you. because, now i finally realize that you never appreciated our friendship. i’m done, and i will make sure of myself that i do not contact you, or attempt to say that three worded phrase ever again. i can’t wait until you feel the same way i do -betrayed, replaced, discusted, and depressed. fuck you. fuck you so hard, that it’s painful. the song love drunk, really fucking applys to you right now. i’d love you forever, but now it’s over.
@2 weeks ago with 1 notei know sometimes it’s gonna rain. but can we make up now? cause, i can’t sleep through the pain. i don’t want to go to bed, mad at you. and i don’t want you to go to bed, mad at me. no no, no no.
@1 week ago
seeing this get lit up tonight. god it’s so lovely to live in New York
ihateyoumiketoujiline.
