Fuck you, really. What an incredible waste of time this has been. Words cannot even begin to describe the immensity of the 'Ah, shit' that's been reverberating in my skull for the past couple of days.

I am far too old, even at eighteen, to go wasting my time and well-being like this. I childishly have pined for you and I think its high time to admit to myself that this it isn't going in any particular direction, because all possibilities end with me face first on the ground, scraping my dignity off the curb with a spatula. Fuck you, and fuck her.

And you as well, don't think I've forgotten about you. You're just as bad as him. You're responsible for all of this. I feel like a bubble that's been popped.

Over it.
Over it.
Over it.
Over you.

You are nothing to do with me.

And you? You might as well kiss off.