two hundred-fortieth.

dear (k)you,

i know i said i wouldn't give a rat's ass about the little boy anymore, but fuck.

i don't know what the fuck is with him. he's moving on with his life, with his "chicks" and i am still hung up on him. and i don't even know why.

it's not like he and i had something special.

but the thing is, i know him.

see there's this girl who's head over heels with him. and we kinda find it funny that she is, since she doesn't know the real him. he's real handsome yes, but he's a fucking jerk.

and the difference between her and me, is that i know how much of a jerk he is, and i still like him. 

after all this time...

i still fucking like him.

fuck.