i hate how i still think about you all the time. i hate how much you hurt me, but i’m so fucking stupid to keep hoping you’ll come back. i feel like such an idiot because of you. i still fucking love you and it’s so unfair. i don’t get how you just to get to be okay while i’m fucking miserable. all i want is to talk to you, but then again i know us talking will bring me right back to stage one. i love you mostester.