you didn’t ask me to the dance. so if you really were looking at me like you were jealous while i was with him, then fuck you. you didn’t ask me to the dance. i don’t know how many times i told your best friend that i wanted to go with you.

i kissed him in the backseat of the car. it was really good.
i fucking hate you still, for some reason.

when we all went out to eat and my date was gone and my best friend who hated you was gone, you went up to me and said, “you didn’t hug me yet.” fuck you. you walked right passed me when you went to my house to say hi to my mother. why would you say that? why would you walk into my house just to say hi to my mother? fuck you, you were texting that girl the whole time anyways, making your date feel uncomfortable.e she only went with you because she couldn’t say no to you. she’s one of my really good friends and the whole night you made her feel uncomfortable.

three days ago my friend told me that one of your best friends told her that you feel more for that girl than you have ever felt for five o’clock in the morning bike ride girl. and more than you have ever felt for me. like four years never mattered. you’re fucking ridiculous. go and have her, go and sit with her at borders, i know you wanted to go to the dance with her, and she couldn’t go for whatever reason, so fuck you.

i had a good time, and only started thinking about you until now.