you want to talk, and it doesn't fucking suprise me. i said no, you asked if i had anything to say to you, i said no again. "not even to tell me how much of a dickhead i am?" "nope." because honestly i have nothing left to say to you, and even if i did, you don't deserve to hear it. i was thinking about it today, even if you had the nuts to come up to me and talk to me, i would have nothing to say except for you to go away. there are so many words that are always swimming around my mind, but i just don't know how to string them together. it was exhausting to know you, goodbye.