Today I asked Selena to hang out. She of course said yes. The whole time I thought about you instead of focusing on her right in front of me. Understandable. I didn't eat the lunch that I ordered. I lied and said my stomach hurt, but it didn't. She was never good at reading my emotions. She went on and on about how she missed me. She didn't miss me. She didn't miss me. She didn't say any of the things I would tell you if we talked.
She talked about her album that was coming out, how how crazy it was that she was the most followed person on Instagram. She didn't even ask me how I was doing until I asked her.
She invited me back to her house, and I went. Why? Doesn't matter. Don't make me answer for you. I was horny. I wanted to fuck bet. But I couldn't. I couldn't even kiss her. Her lips aren't like yours. They aren't as soft. She doesn't smell like you or even remind me of you.
That's a good thing. That should be a good thing. Her hands touching my body made me feel like I was cheating on you. I felt like I was hurting you, but I wasn't. We aren't together.
You hate me and I need to start hating you.
But I can't.
I called you today. You let it go to voicemail again.
"Hey, I was calling to say that I was thinking about you." I laughed and wiped a tear. "I went out with Selena today to help me get over you. It didn't work. Your face was the only thing on my mind the whole time. We went to her house to hook up but I couldn't do it. I-I didn't even kiss her. I miss you. Um," by the point I was crying even harder than I was before. "Sorry. Ignore this voicemail."
With that I ended the call. Stop calling her. And fucking change her contact name.
-they say it takes 21 days to break a bad habit
