I hate you. I hate everything about you. Why couldn’t you ever treat me like that? Why couldn’t you ever tell me I was pretty. From the corner of my eye I saw the way you looked at me, you thought it but never said it. Why couldn’t you have gone public with me, 1.5 years and you never went public, we had to meet in the dark or closed places where few people went. Always hiding. I hate you or the way you treated me. I used to feel bad for swearing at you and over thinking or whatever, but no you deserve it. You played with my feelings you b****. And that one stupid girl you’ve had a crush on. You liked her/crushed on her in freshman year didnt you? And you did this year again. I hate seeing you talking to her, cuz it reminds of the pain and the trouble sleeping I used to have. What the f*** did I ever see in you? you’re not smart, talented, or good at anything. You s***, couzlnt even make tennis despite all that practive. And you say I cant get any boys, b**** you;re the one who f****** chose to go out with me last year. No f*** you. No one knows who the hell YOU were and no one would if it wasn’t for the whole group of boys in our school. Like everyone knows them, you’re no one special, if anything, you’re the dumbest, least popular boy out of the whole group. No I’m done wishing for something bad happening to you, I shouldnt wish that on even the cruelest, bitchiest, b******, worthless douches like you. No f*** you. You’ll never know how much you hurt me and I know you think I’ve changed a lot and that swear at you to express my hate, but no I can’t hate you actually, and I don’t. Truth is, I want things to be liek last year. I had the best grades, attitude, and happiness whrn you talked to me. Why the f*** do you feel the need to talk to so many other girls, I eman that omegele thing. you said you were studying for finals but from a friend i learned on that same weekend, you were chatting on omegele and refused to talk to me until finals were over. You made excuses not to talk to me and made me feel like complete s***, ehich is why im so mean to you and swear at you and im crying while writing this. I cried so many tears over you, so much hate, do you know bad this is for my health. I cant even concentrate and i dont feel joy in the things i used to. but no you dont care, because I never meant as much to you as you did to me, so youll never know. I hate the way you treate me, i cant even think of the good things in our relationship, only the bad which couldve stopped happening of you were more open and would just tell me directly, if i was overreacting from the beginning. You ruined my whole year.