my favorite stranger

So we ended on bad terms, never the way I wanted it to be. All I honestly wanted was your friendship. But shit happens, remember? Don't get me wrong, I'm still fuckin hurt. I'm still fuckin angry. but with that being said.. I just hope I come across your mind every once in a while. I hope you remember the little things I'd try to do to make you smile. From keeping you company, to singing to you with my horrible voice, to my dumb little doodles. As stupid as it sounds, I think I can honestly say you're my favorite stranger.

as this is specifically for you..

i feel so stupid for letting myself get involved with you. many times, one after another you constantly chose to hurt me. I'm not saying any of this to try to start things up again, to get you back. I'm saying this because I want you to feel bad. I want you to feel like shit because it's not fair that you put someone through so much pain but you still get to be happy. It's not fair. I hate you for that. You lost a good friendship. I hope you know that.

Let me know where this bites you in the ass. Cos I'd love to hear about it.

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i can't wait until my birthday
of age, and finally get the real business.
finally get to understand.

cos i can feel it.