After everything I said to you was in the past, and I had realized that we were both in the wrong we had made our mistakes, but neither of us knew what to do about it. When I got back to my room I thought about all of the things I wish I'd said to you while you were still around, but I had to face the facts; you were long gone and there was nothing I could do about it.
You're still just as pretentious as I remember you. It's been two years but you've hardly changed a bit. Every so often, I still lay awake, wondering if I still cross your mind as often as you still cross mine: almost every day.
But I'm not even sure why I would ever think of you; I'm pretty sure I hate you. You made my life a living hell for three months straight, and if that's not reason to despise you, then I don't know what is.
Don't wanna lose any of the things I love, like this summer, or any of my friends, but if I keep down this path that's what's gonna happen anyways and there's nothing I can do about it. And it's too late to turn back; I've reached the point of no return. So, I might as well just go all-in; I'm never thinking of you again.
But I'm not even sure why I would ever think of you; I'm pretty sure I hate you. You made my life a living hell for three months straight, and if that's not reason to despise you, then I don't know what is.