Because even though you hurt me and fucked everything up, you still found a way to play the victim. I hope you know I hate you. You can't come back from this. You're azzy and you know it. I helped you out of it. And this is what I get in return. I get pictures from the girl that I'm supposed to spend my life with, a girl I've planned out a future with, a girl I've spent almost a year loving, and I get pictures of these hickeys from a dude who's only good for killing people and dealing drugs. I don't know who you are, but you're not Amery. But thanks. Thanks for ruining the sun for me, the colour yellow, white skirts, brown eyes. Thanks for ruining sunflowers, a fucking fresh breath of air, my future. Thanks for ruining it all, for a guy that you told me was just a best friend. Thanks for lying. Thanks for making me believe that you really loved me. Thanks for waisting my time. Thanks for breaking my heart over and over again. Thanks. Thank you. I hope you don't ruin your life, but you will. That's what you're good for
