FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK.
WHY CAN'T I STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU, YOU FUCKING ASS.
IT'S FUCKING STUPID THAT FROM 4PM YESTERDAY TIL 11AM THIS MORNING, WHEN I DIDNT HAVE MY PHONE, I WAS FREAKING OUT BECAUSE YOU MIGHT HAVE TEXTED ME IN THAT TIME. IT'S FUCKING DUMB THAT AT 11AM WHEN MY PHONE DIED, I STARTED FREAKING OUT BECAUSE I DIDN'T LISTEN TO THE VOICEMAIL. IT'S FUCKING DUMB THAT WHEN I GOT HOME AND CHARGED MY PHONE, I NOTICED THAT THE VOICEMAIL WAS LEFT AT 2:01 AM, AND I FREAKED OUT BECAUSE I THOUGHT MAYBE IT WAS YOU. AND I PANICKED FOR AN HOUR UNTIL I COULD GET MONEY ON MY PHONE TO CALL MY VOICEMAIL. AND IT WASN'T YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHO IT WAS. BUT THAT ISN'T THE POINT. THE POINT IS I HATE YOU (NO I DON'T FUCK YOU) AND YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE.

I HAVE SPENT THE LAST 3 YEARS HOPING AND WISHING THAT YOU CARED.
BUT YOU EVIDENTLY DON'T.
AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO REMEDY ALL THOSE DUMB THOUGHTS I HAVE, THOSE LITTLE VOICES THAT TELL ME TODAY WILL BE THE DAY YOU REALIZE HOW YOU FEEL, THE DAY YOU GROW SOME BALLS AND TELL ME YOU THINK ABOUT ME TOO.

BUT IT WON'T EVER HAPPEN, BECAUSE REAL LIFE ISN'T LIKE SOME STUPID FUCKING BULLSHIT TAYLOR SWIFT SONG. FUCK YOU TAYLOR SWIFT. FUCK YOU SHANE.

AND I'LL JUST SIT IN MY ROOM BY MYSELF, GLANCING AT MY STUPID CELL PHONE EVERY 3 MINUTES, HOPING I JUST DIDN'T NOTICE IT VIBRATING, AND THAT YOU SAID HELLO.

BUT NO ONE SAYS HELLO AND YOU DON'T SAY HELLO AND I HATE YOU FOR NOT CARING THAT I HATE YOU.

IT'S FUCKED THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ANY OF THIS. HOW CAN I FEEL THIS MUCH, AND YET YOU ARE COMPLETELY CLUELESS?!

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.