fuck it. fuck pretending that I still don’t have feelings for you. fuck not wanting to text you because I feel annoying. fuck thinking about you all the time. fuck wanting to be with you 24/7. fuck needing you so badly. fuck wanting to be with you. fuck the year I spent head over heals for you, and you not caring. fuck you for leading me on. fuck thinking that maybe you still like me and you’re just covering it up. and fuck my mind for always thinking about you. fuck my mouth for saying I don’t need you. fuck my heart for still wanting you. fuck it all.