all in my head

sometimes i still think about you. remember the things you used to like. to say. to think. I miss you. But you don't want to see me again, and I've come to terms with it. if you hate me, i wish you would actually dissappear. because you're still around, still like some of my shit, still send me the bare minimum. But why? Are we even friends anymore? I honestly don't know. And I'll never know because you won't talk to me. And I'm not gonna talk to you either. It's your turn. And if you don't, then this is it. That's how it is. This is how it's gonna be from now on. Are you really content with that? Is this what you want? I'll accept it, but It's not what I wanted. Fuck you.