I hate you. I’m not mad that you don’t care or that I don’t mean much to you, I’m mad that you take advantage of the soft spot I have for you. Regardless of how much you prove you don’t care, you always come back telling me you’re sorry and I let you back in hoping things could be the way they were. I don’t miss you, but I miss who you were when we first spoke. Maybe I was too naive to see you for who you really were but thats the person I miss. And every time it ends the same. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. And I know we’re bad for each other and it would never work out. Idk why I care sm abt you and Idek how to define what we what, but it was something.