#263.

So it's reached a point where I can't even look at you anymore. You've hurt her so much I don't even know what to say to you, to think that I was ever even that close to you makes my skin crawl. That you can be with him. Someone so completely ignorant to everything. You both make me want to scream, and hit things. People used to say things about you. Oh fuck it, they still do. Back when I made an effort to defend you, I didn't realise what kind of fucked up shit you have going on up in your heads.

Both of you, can you just seriously shut the fuck up. If you don't like it, then be my guest and fucking leave, why are you sticking around if you hate her so much?

Change of tone.

You said you'd keep me company. Like hell you've kept me company. I like how when you talk, you always somehow manage to slip in something I've put on the page of 'things that remind me of you' in my scrapbook sort of thing. I like how you never fail to make me laugh, that I am content in knowing that right now, whatever fucked up mood I'm in, I can come to you, and you will talk me out of it. Thanks, mate.