i really fucking hate you
like tonight was good tonight was fabulous
and then you fucking ruin it with a sentence, a mother fucking sentence
like ive never hated anything more than i hate you
i should be excited and i try to keep reminiding myself that tommorrow im hanging out with my dream guy……literallly dream guy but still i wish it was him….like i should be jealous but i mean its just hard cause it should be me with him not you and the concept of me losing him willl never fully sink in
i always have in the back of my mind oh he’ll come back its a matter of time
but this time i dont think he wil…
