fuck you. i tried so hard everyday to not get mad at you when all you did was play your stupid fucking video games and ignore me to talk to your "friends" who'd only treat you like shit. i don't get it. i don't get it at all. even when you were with her i made sure you were always happy. after we started dating i made sure you were happy. i wish i didn't have to beg you to love me back. fuck you for breaking my heart. fuck you for telling me that you loved me and losing feelings a week later. fuck you for messing with me because your friends "told you to". and honestly fuck me. i fucking hate myself for still caring. for still loving you when all you did was hurt me. i wonder how many times i forgave you just because i didn't want to lose you. and you know what, i still lost you. you made me feel like i was never good enough. i wasn't good enough. you loved her. why couldn't you love me like that. you moved on while i'm trying to figure out where it all went wrong. you made me feel complete, but broke me at the same time. it's been almost a month but i still get excited when i hear my ringtone or finish practice because i'm expecting a text from you. if you could see how awful you made me feel, you would never be able to look me in the eyes again. i hate myself for still caring you, but now i really don't know what to feel. i still love you but i hope you find the girl who makes you happy. the brunette with brown eyes and big boobs. the girl who'll play video games with you. the girl i couldn't be.