Part 2

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You ignored me for what... 4 months? And then all of a sudden you talk to me one day out of the blue? What is this? Are you trying to fuck with my mind? Oh right, of course you are. When we first met, you told me that you used to be a player, key words used to. But that was a fucking lie, because you've been playing me since the day we met, fucking with my mind, ripping at my heart, piece by piece. We talk all of a sudden one day after 4 goddamn months, about everything and nothing at the same time. We talked for a good hour, when we were supposed to be in class. That day made me smile so fucking much, and I danced all the way home. Literally danced down the fucking street. Just hearing your voice, your laugh, directed at me was enough to make me smile from ear to ear for a good 4 hours. My mother thought I was insane, but she will never understand. That was a week and two days ago, and we talked a little almost every day since then, only for a minute here or there, but it's still something. You still fucking ignore my texts though. I still don't know wht goes through your head to this day, and one of these days, every girl that you're playing is going to get damn fucking tired of your little games and you'll be all alone, just like you fucking deserve. I'm done with you, and I know I've said it before, but this time I'm fucking done for good. I thought you were good for me, but even though you used me make me smile a lot, you made my life a living nightmare, and I've found someone so much better now, someone who likes me for who I am, someone who isn't a lying, cheating bastard, and will treat me like I deserve. The only thing good that came out of knowing you? I learned two things: how to love myself a little bit more, and not to always trust what someone says, because when they say they're not a fuckboy, they most likely are. Goodbye for good, asshole.

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