And now you feel sad.
If he’s not talking to you right now, is he talking to them? Is he talking to her? That thought fucking pisses you off.
Each time you two break up, especially the first time, he fucking called her. Fuck, the thought of all of it, pisses you the fuck off.
You hate him right now. You hate him right now.
You just feel so disappointed at the thought of him.
And you haven’t written about him in your journal because he already took up too many pages and your ashamed about what you need to write next.
Don’t look back, don’t look back.
Leave that boy alone right now. He’s not doing you any good. He’s not even wondering about you.