I hate you for how much I still love you. It’s 2am and all of my friends have left. I’m laying in bed underneath the blankets next to my sleeping boyfriend. I’m so drunk and all I can think about is you. I hate you for that. :'( I looked on your facebook and saw that you finally finished all your tattoos, which I’m happy for you for that. But, your “after seven years comment”… Fuck you. I was there seven Years ago :'( I wish I was there when it was finished, too. so many times I cried over you while we were together, and pathetically, I still do. Leave me! Why does the curse of you follow me forever??!