What's so wrong with you. I've never hated you or even showed a single sign of displeasure towards you. I'm just unwilling to tell you the reasons for my actions and feelings. Why? Because you're fucking one of the reasons. If you knew right from the start, why did you still ask me? Oh, I know. I must make you feel so great, feel so superior eh? Cos well, I'm so inferior to you, aren't I? OMG what's wrong with you, like seriously. I've never even talked to you. I've only acknowledged your presence everytime we pass by. And yes, it seriously sucks and hurts alot when I think about you and him. But so what? You're such a hypocrite. You knew. You fucking knew all along! And yet, you chose to rub salt into my wound? No its not even salt. I don't even know what word to describe the pain. Oh, of course it's not your fault. Cos you're so friggin' perfect. At least perfect enough for him to fall for you. It's my fault. My fault for falling in love with the very guy that likes you. Oh yes, it is. Fuck. Since you knew, you still continued to probe. I guess it must be cos you'll feel so great if you hear it from me. It's no wonder you have to depend on others to be who you are today.
rach(: