I feel like a complete idiot. Falling for you only to find out you weren't falling for me. "You've got options", clearly that was true. It's also true, that I WAS NOT one of those options. F**k you. Just fuck you. That's all I can really say to make it seem OK.
F. U.
F**k you for ever talking to me.
F**k you for visiting.
F**k you for making me pursue you.
And f**k you for how I feel right now.
Just F. U.
No graduation gift like you claimed there would be.
No Christmas present.
Valentine.
Nothing.
Probably won't ever be anything.
F**k you.
F**k you for saying that we could potentially be something,
Then turning around and saying that "this distance is a killer for me".
Nigga!
You knew where we both lived before any of this even started.
Man f**k you.
F**k you for wasting my time.
My thoughts.
And a bunch of yarn for crochet.
Just F. U.
Not even sure you really gave a f**k in the first place.
F. U.