A jihad against Bastard

Bastard

you gave me the best night i have ever had. you were sweet, romantic, funny... everything i ever wanted in a guy. you were the first one i've ever felt good about. you made me so happy. we hated to be apart, but that one night reminded us that distance doesnt always matter. you know what? you fucked that up. talking to other girls, and not even acknowledging me anymore is NOT what i thought you would do to me. you really want to be a player and get all the chicks you can? you want to screw around and go to strip bars? be my guest. all i want to know now is, do you ever think about me anymore? not like i care. in new york, when i see you, what will you do? will you have another girlfriend and make things awkward between us? will you go back to the way you were and be with me just because im there? let me get one thing straight with you. you may think we are friends with benefits, and you like me when you see me, but i dont think that way. im very all or nothing on relationships, and i thought you felt the same way about me. i guess im more mad at myself for believing you when you said you missed me and you wanted to be with me and that you wished for me at 11:11. yeah my bad. sorry i thought you were the nice guy instead of the bastard you really are. the question is, will i give you another chance in new york? i guess thats up to you. if you decide to talk to me in the next three months at all, and declare your making a huge mistake, then il consider it. but im pretty damn straight about that not happening. you wont talk to me. i'll talk to your cousin, and when you get jealous, you talk to me. if thats the way you want to work, fine. you get me jealous with stupid annoying girls across the world, and i'll get you jealous with your cousins. im glad we had this talk. now maybe youll turn over a new leaf and leave your asshole ways at the exit door of the strip club. but i highly doubt that. it was nice knowing you, and thanks for letting me realize that no one can be trusted and that guys are dicks. have a good life, bastard. call me. i wont answer.
Declared by twentyone. on Saturday, December 6, 2008