you always said how you wanted a lovely girlfriend who would love you.

i hope you never find her and if you do, i hope she spits in your face and kicks in the dick, i hope you are never happy, i hope you always want more and never get it, i hope you never go back to school and i hope that when i'm older and living my fantastic life, that you will be working at mcdonalds.

maybe you won't be able to recognize me now, i know you can feel all the things you steal.

life's too short to be told who to be. life's too short to not do what you want.

that hurt.

you don't even remember me telling you about him? about the one guy that crushed me, the one guy who absolutely tore me apart? i told you about him, i did. i wrote you a letter explaining everything. why i find it hard to open up to people, why i can't trust anyone. and you didn't fucking remember.

you said you wanted to hang out with me the other night, you didn't. you ditched me for someone else. yep, kay, cool, whatever. i got over that. you said you would go to soundwave with me and her. i can't go but i thought you would still go with her, you know, your bestfriend? if you didn't fucking remember. oh, so now you're going with them? yeah good fucking on you, you fucking wanker. every guy i once knew has started to become a complete dissapointment. fuck you, don't come near me tomorrow.

i'm talking to you right now, just like we used to and i don't know. i've got this feeling that i can't explain, you aren't giving me butterflies or anything like that. you're giving me this comfortable sort of feeling. i feel like we've gotten past the bullshit and we can actually get along. like, i know where i'm standing now. i'm not diving into something i can't see.

i'm cleaning out my life, i'm sucking all the posion out. i'm making changes, if you don't hear from me, you're one of them.