I hate you. I fucking hate what you have done to me. I hate that you have hurt me more than I have ever been hurt before. I hate that you are fine whilst I am so sad to the point I can’t eat, I can’t sleep and I can’t even smile. I fucking hate you for ruining my summer.

This was meant to be our summer, but you know fucking what, this summer is about getting over you and all the little stupid memories that are sown to my brain. I hate that you don’t even want to be friends with me. I hate that there is a new girl already and it makes me feel she was the reason we broke up. I hate that I will always be in love with you. You were my first love and we always said we were forever, but I guess fucking not. I hate you. But even more, I hate myself for still being in love with you. I just want this pain to be over and not feel like I am constantly sick. There is no chance I can ever get back with you after this, so I hope you have a fucking shit life and regret this nonsense decision for the rest of your life.