for the first time i don't want to see you, i don't want to talk to you, i don't want to think about you. at this moment in time all it does is make me angry, frustrate me and give me the urge to go out and get fucked up, again. yesterday, has absolutely nothing to do with you, i asked you nice plenty of times to stop making this about you, but did you stop? no, you had to keep pushing, and you did something that shocked me, something i never expected you would do. you went and saw him, on the one day of the year that meant something to me and him, the day i met him, the day he started to change my life, three years later you were with him. after you told me, i took shot after shot, cone after cone, as much as i could get. you have no fucking idea what it's like to be going through what i am right now, and there is no way i could ever explain it to you, no one understands except for him, and i'm sorry if that hurts you, but it's true. he is my past. but that doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt, and on the anniversary of the day we met you were hanging out with him. that's not cool man, not cool at all. it makes me sick to my stomach to think you've gone so low to not only make this all about you, when it has nothing at all to do with you, but you've believed his twisted words, over mine. i know better than anyone what he's like, but did you listen? no, you listened to him instead. honestly, i'm really pissed off at you, you didn't give a shit about me, you didn't think about me for even a second, i told you i wasn't okay, but you didn't care did you? no, you we're too worried about yourself, and making the whole day about yourself, to show a little sign of caring about me. it was mine and his day, it had fucking nothing to do with you. and you say it affects you? fuck off it does, you have no fucking idea. you're making this worse for yourself, i've never been so disappointed in you before. the one day i needed you to support me; you turned a horrible day, fucking unbearable. let's hope you don't do this again.