You’re a joke, no good person. You’re a bad bad person. Why did you have to be my first love? Fuck you, every time I want to just talk like normal people, you go off your fucking head. Well guess what? This is the last time for the year for the rest of my life you will ever mean something to me. Here’s to it fuck you, you fucking mole. Go die alone. Over it.
Next year new leaf cliche for me. New start to my life. No more having you at the back of my mind.