I knew it. As soon as I said that I was slowly starting to think less about bam. I'm here, laying in my bed, thinking about you and crying non-stop for like a hour, maybe more. Thinking about all the good things you said compared to how stupid you are to me now. And the fact that some things that you said to me you also said to my friend. I fucking hate you so much. I wanna punch my wall harder than usual. If I could I would be looking to you eyes in the eyes and asking you why the hell did you change. Why making me feel happy if you just gonna ignore me later? I'm stupid, I know. I shouldn't have kissed your neck, I know. But you are as stupid as me. You could have told me why you changed, why didn't want to talk to me. Why didn't you? Don't I deserve an explanation? Girl, I fucking gave you the best of me. You think what? That half of the things I said to you I said to the other girls? Somethings I didn't even say to anyone. But you don't care right? I just overthink too much right? Fuck you. Here's everything I don't have te courage to say to you. I'm crying right now. But you don't care. And I love your coldness. I love the fact that you don't give a fuck. But I don't love the fact that you played with me. To be honest..
I dont know which one of us two deserves the other one the least.
