You. Suck.

WELL THEN.

I guess I know how things stand between us now, huh.

I don't give a shit if you talk about me all the time. I don't give a shit if people say it seems like you're obsessed with me. I don't give a shit about all the good times and the sweet things you've done. I'm tired of pulling all the weight here, and I'm tired of being ignored. I AM A PERSON. WHO HAS FEELINGS. I AM NOT AN OBJECT THAT YOU CAN PLAY WITH ONE MINUTE AND DISCARD THE NEXT. And I'm through with being treated like one, you disgusting little skinny freak. I don't CARE if I still love you inside, because even THAT isn't enough to make me not hate you for the kind of person you've turned in to. Maybe you were always like this, but I'm glad I've seen the light now, that you've deemed me WORTHY of your all mighty ass-holeness.

FUCK YOU, JL.

FUCK YOU.