you have no right to get jealous when i talk about a boy. absolutely no right. you had your chance. a whole fucking lot of them. more than you even deserved. did you take them? no. you used me. fuck if i know why i even let it all happen. but i guess that’s what you do when you love someone. you would do anything for them. and i did a lot for you. but then you move on, because you know it’ll never work. i still love you. but i don’t want any of that anymore. i like someone else, you know it, and you hate it. i’m not sorry. this is completely your fault and something you need to get over. you have no right to get mad at me, either, when you only ever talk about a girl you like, want, or are upset over. you did that even when i liked you and i put up with it.
