The sad thing? I don't even care what this quote looks like. I just don't.
i hate you. i hate you so much. i hate you so much that i'm crying right now. i NEVER cry over boys, either. this is all your fault.
how can you say you like me, know for a fact i like you, then tell me all about the girl you're flirting with? how is that fair? then, later, when YOU decide to talk to me, it's my fault. because i get mad at everything.
"do you even think about what you say?" i have to ask. by your answer, you obviously don't. you think this is all a joke?
boy, if only you could see me now. how i went to perfectly happy to a horrible mess in seconds.