“I fucking need you, okay? And you treat me like dirt.”

“Since I’ve lost you, something died inside of me, that nobody can heal.”

“You don’t know pain until you have lost the one you love and realize you will never see them again.”

Fucking screw you man. 
Pensé que alguna vez íbamos a poder vernos de nuevo, que iba a poder viajar hasta allá, y que íbamos a pasar unas buenas semanas juntos. 
Pero no, como siempre, estoy equivocada, y ni siquiera te preocupas por mí, o por cómo me siento. 
Quisiera saber qué hubiese pasado si en realidad no salía bien de lo que me pasó. O tal vez qué pasaría por tu mente si me hubiese muerto. Quizás a esta altura ya lo hubieses superado, o tal vez ni siquiera lo hubieses tenido que superar, ni siquiera te hubieses molestado en ponerte triste, o fingir, porque te lo lo mismo, mi vida te vale mierda, siempre fue así. No sé cómo no lo vi antes. 
Me cago en nuestra amistad, en nuestros sueños de ser siempre amigos, en MI sueño de poder verte, en todo lo que alguna vez pensé que podría pasar con vos. 
Te odio, te aborrezco, y el día en que más me necesites, va a ser el que menos vaya a estar disponible para vos. 
Ojalá pudiese olvidarme de vos, de nosotros cuando éramos unos nenes, pero no puedo, y me odio por eso también. 
Pero sabes qué, se terminó. Estoy harta de siempre ser yo la que se preocupa, la que te habla, la que trata de mantener la conversación andando, para que vos la cortes unos minutos después. 
Me cansé de todo. Y no vas a recuperarme tan fácil, aunque ni siquiera estoy segura de que alguna vez me hayas querido.

“It’s like once you’ve been hurt, You’re scared to get attached again. Like you have this fear that every person you start to like is going to break your heart.”

“I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.”

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted. I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted. And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine. Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you? When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all. I remember the day you told me you were leaving, I remember the make-up running down your face, and the dreams you left behind you didn't need them, like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, and forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, and the memories I never can escape. 'Cause I'm not fine at all. The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my pone, I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone, and all my friends keep asking why I'm not around, it hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on. It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long. It's like we never happened, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all. I remember the day you told me you were leaving, I remember the make-up running down your face, and the dreams you left behind you didn't need them, like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, and forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, and the memories I never can escape. If today I woke up with you right beside me, like all of this was just some twisted dream, I'd hold you closer than I ever did before, and you'd never slip away, and you'd never hear me say. I remember the day you told me you were leaving, I remember the make-up running down your face, and the dreams you left behind you didn't need them, like every single wish we ever made. I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, and forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, and the memories I never can escape. 'Cause I'm not fine at all. No, I'm really not fine at all. Tell me this is just a dream.

'Cause I'm really not fine at all.