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There's lots of things I wish I could say to you. Could have said to you.

I never thought we would become strangers. But that's what I get for letting myself open up to someone..

That's what I get for being there for you through all your shit. Putting up with the way you treated me. 

That's what I get for falling in love. 

I thought I was unbreakable but here I am - broken. 

I don't understand. How someone can say "I love you" a thousand times.

and never mean it.

Remember the night we drove two hours just to get a better view of the stars, we sat on top of your car, and you told me that you would never break my heart or lie to me?

HA! It was a lie about a lie. 

The entire relationship I was trying to be what you wanted, and you took advantage of me, pressured me, destroyed any friendships I had previously had. 

And I didn't mind... because i thought you were enough for me. 

MY BIGGEST MISTAKE

I never would have pictured myself as the girl who's world was her boyfriend.

It just happened somehow and I can't explain how you did it. 

Congrats to you. You had another trophy to show to your friends. 

You didn't have time to be there for me? You have time for who you want to have time for. But that's done now, I'm not "putting a toll" on you anymore. 

You could have ended it different.. Been more honest. 

Who knows, maybe at the time you didn't know you were lying? 

If it was so easy for you to forget about me, why did you cry when we broke up? 

WHY did you keep reassuring me that nothing was going to change? 

WHY did you keep telling me you still loved me?

WHY did you say having a girlfriend would distract you from preparing for your mission?

and then start dating her. 

It sucks. I hate you with a burning passion but I still love you. You can't just STOP loving someone. Even though I would chop your balls off in a heartbeat. 

You've hurt me in every possible way I could be hurt. 

I don't give a crap about not having a guy anymore. It's about you being the only person I could talk to, the only person I told some of my deepest secrets.

You pushed your way into my life. 

Took over my life. 

Then stopped.

You've destroyed me in ways I can't even describe.

If I could i'd erase all the memories I had of you. 

Oh well, hope you enjoyed getting all your clothes back. Too bad you will never be able to get my scent out of your favorite hoodies.. I sprayed those with my perfume every day for three weeks before I gave them back. oooops. ;)

#subtweet don't forget, Karma's a bitch.

Blackout.

I actually did a few of these. anddddddd I didn't like any of them. But this was the first one I did. Why these were the only words that stood out to me I don't know but hey. Inspiration comes when you least expect it right? With the newspaper stuff I was expecting to find inspiration so I over-thought it all. Which I know is the wrong way to come about it but I couldn't help it. Oh well. This is simple but surprisingly means something to me. Because the thing that has been hardest for me right now is to move on. This is my reminder. Also, I accidentally covered the "m" on the second "am" so pretend that I'm not stupid and that says am :)

Yeah, i'm thinkin 'bout you.

I’m thinkin ‘bout you.

I’m thinking ‘bout you like a fat guy thinks about a treadmill,

And like a wild rave thinks about the cops.

I’m thinking ‘bout you like the joker thinks of batman,

like an Alpine mom thinks 

about her bad boob job,

like a rebellious teenager thinks about their parents,

and like Taylor Lautner thinks about a shirt.

I’m thinking ‘bout you

like a vegetarian thinks about meat,

like a Jonas Brother thinks about baggy pants

like a cat thinks about water,

like old people think about technology,  

 

or like a hipster thinks about mainstream pop music.

And I’m still thinking ‘bout you.

Thinking ‘bout you like a jock thinks about math class,

Squidward think about spongebob,

Malfoy thinks about Harry,

like a three-year-old thinks about vegetables.

I’m thinking ‘bout you like Miley Cyrus thinks about Jesus,

like deodorant thinks about an armpit,

and like 

Yankees think about Red sox.

Yeah, I’m thinkin ‘bout you.