The day after.

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I hate you.

I hate you I hate you.

I fucking hate you.

I wish I really hated you. I wish it were true, goddamn it.

I feel so helpless and angry and sad and I want to hurt you. I want to make you feel the pain I feel. I want you to be up all night thinking about me like I was last night.

I want to hate you for what you did to me. You let me love you so fucking hard and then you just let me crash and burn.

What does she have that I don't???
Lack of emotion? Mental fucking issues?? Probably money to see you. Or is it physical? Is it that her chest is bigger than mine? Is it that I won't let you fuck me right away? What is it?

What the hell did I do wrong?
What did I do, that was so bad, that you left me for her?

I wish I could kill her. And you too. You two bastards stole my happiness. So guess what.

Fuck.
You.

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