May 5th
I don’t know what to say.
I still love you.
But I’m glad this week is over.
But now I’m less sad,
And more angry.
In fact I’m fucking pissed.
You’re an idiot.
And I deserve to be treated better.
And I wish I didn’t care about you anymore
And that I didn’t give a fuck about what you thought of me anymore.
But I do care.
And I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
Because I love you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
And I hate you.
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