I was afraid that the hate would come, but it is.
I hate you for wasting two years of my life for nothing. I hate you for guilt tripping me for trivial bullshit. I hate you for being so cute and innocent and just turning your back on everything. I hate you for not giving things another chance, for just giving up instantly because you weren’t happy with one thing. I hate you for pretty much ruining everything.
Fuck you. I should of never dated you. I should of focused on what I wanted in life, what I’m doing now, what makes me feel successful. It’s the only thing I focus on, and it bugs me when I think back to when we were together, and to think that I didn’t improve on what I loved. I just continued to maintain what I had. I never got better.
People say that you never get over your first love. If that’s true then I’ve got an eternity of misery ahead of me.
Is it really that hard to remember her and smile?
Thinking, I’ve learnt something from this. It helped me grow. People come into my life for different reasons and her reason was to teach me a lesson, to help me grow up. Why can’t I just accept the fact that I’ll never be the same?
Instead I wake up each morning, and pull up the corners of my mouth. I’ll tell myself to smile, I’ll go through my day, I’ll try. I’m not sure if people can see through the mask. I hope so.
Well I am better now. I’m fucking excellent.
I never want to see you again, for a long, long time.
AND HATERS GONNA HATE.
Starbucks, when I have your Caramel Frappuccino, you can have my bucks.
