it’s over again like how it usually goes and i hate you again like i usually do. i’m not choosing between you and me because you shouldn’t have even been a choice in the first place and because not one time have i ever been one to you. i can’t even look at you but you’re all i think about. you’re not even there consciously anymore. if im in line at mcdonald’s ordering a happy meal you’re there with me in my head. i know this because i feel a certain way when i think about you (sick to my stomach) and ive felt like throwing up for years. you make me the most miserable girl on this side of the mississippi and i hate you.


















