Please stop reading these.
Why do I still give a shit about Lewis though? I don’t get sad knowing he’s with other girls but I don’t like how terribly honest he was about being human. Back on the first night I met you, when you were still a mystery, when things were new and exciting.
I’d never experienced such a writhing hate with this much intensity before I came across you. A hate paralleled with the strongest passion, but probably only fueled by the curiosity of your character.
I figured you out far too early, so why do I still think about you ever so often? There was a world of strange things happening in your head and I figured it all out too long before you’d exhausted me of my use. Perhaps that’s why you get so angry and perhaps that’s why you still sometimes tell people the things that you tell people.
I hope you find what you’re looking for in them.
I hope you never find happiness.