I loathe everything about you...
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God, why can’t you disappear out of my life? I hate you, I hate the thought of you, the smell, the memories…everything about you, I loathe. I don’t regret dating you though, because you made me see what unhappiness really is. You taught me a lot about hurting, and you taught me what it’s like to not want a boyfriend. You made me realize, I don’t need a guy. And I especially don’t need one like you.

I look back at the year I spent with you, and my I cringe. It was a miserable year. Good times, suuuure. They happened, hah. No they didn’t. It was all pain, it was horrible. It was just…heartbreaking. The games we played with each other? Stupid, pathetic, we were naïve. We’re both so much better where we’re at now. I’m with the person I’ve wanted to be with for over two years, and you’re, well…who the hell cares.

I wish I could forget about you, forget about the pain, the memories…because I don’t even know who that guy is anymore. I sometimes wonder if that boy was just my imagination. It had to have been because I don’t remember attending his funeral. God knows I’d like to attend the new you’s funeral though…ooh, there’s nothing that would make me happier.

Sure, that’s a harsh thing to say…but I don’t care. You’ve made me feel this way. You turned your back on me and fucked me over. You think it’s real funny, right? Hahahahaha real funny. I’m still laughing. Well, let’s not forget the times I fucked you over, the times I hurt you. Now that…that’s what I call funny. The way you pretended to care all along, and I pretended I cared. The way we both pretended to care…that was funny. I think we both could make it in Hollywood.

You know what the funniest part about this whole thing is? Oooh, this is funny. I fucked around with Matt while I was with you, and now I’m with him. That’s funny. Pretty amusing, I must say…all the times I lied to you and told you, ‘It’s you I wanna be with,’ and all the times I cried and you thought it was over you. Damn boy, you got a lot to learn about life, love, and ladies.

Our relationship was nothing but a great damn movie. A comedy romantic almost: slightly amusing. I’m glad you’re leaving, because I hate seeing you, I hate the thought of you, I loathe you…and there’s nothing in this world that would make me happier then to never see you again…nothing.