I miss you like crazy, but you could care less. I wish you wanted to be with me as much as you say you do. I wish I could just forget about you. It seems so easy, but it’s so hard. I try so hard no to text you every day, because I know it annoys you, but I can’t help it. Every time I see you, I just want to run up and hug you, and I want you to hold me like you used to. You say you miss me, and miss laying with me, but every time I ask to hang out you’re “busy.” I’m so tired of it. I’m going to stop texting you first. I’m done with all of this. I’ll give you back everything I have of yours, if that’s what it takes to forget you. Even though I can’t get back what I gave to you. You heartless fuck. You didn’t give a shit. It was so special to me, and you sat back and laughed. Told so many people, and got so pissed when one bitch found out. I just wanna be done with you.