Fuck You, World.
I don't like that you're back here.
I don't like that you're not away in your little box marked England.
I wouldn't have minded if you hadn't acted worse than you had all those years ago.
If you hadn't actually thought of me, mentioned me.
Because what the hell needed to be remembered about any of that?
And why the hell would you boast about me?
You must need to make up for a lot if I'm the sort of girl to boast about.
Because, let's face it, I'm as plain as they come.
At first it was strange that you were gone.
But then it was bliss.
And now you're here, and you're permeating more than ever.
And I know, know, know that this is a very small world, I see it more and more everyday.
I laughed when you said you couldn't believe I was leaving.
Perhaps you just like to hold on to things.
What you have is what you're worth.
You don't have me.
And never did.
And that was my fault.
And sometimes I wonder if you felt the way about me that I did about my ex.
Fuck, why do you even talk to me then?
So perhaps that can't be right.
I was over the moon when you stopped hating me.
I didn't want things to go back to how they had been, I didn't want to be confused, I wasn't pining for some sort of relationship, I didn't want the fling you were convinced I wanted, I just wanted to be friends.
But for some reason I never see that happening with you.
Well, maybe when you grow up.
But even thought you're older than me, I expect that to be in a very long time.
And I don't believe in fate, but I think I believe that things happen for a reason, and even if they don't, good things come from them.
I could only think of you with regret for a very long time, but now I am very glad.
I learned a lot about myself.
And I don't think you were such a bastard, after all.
Even if people warned me numerous times and everything was basically hidden from everyone I knew.
No, no, you could be a pretty cool guy.
We had some pretty nice chats, eh?
Turned out that under that exterior you could be quite deep.
And I think I believe all the things you said.
Well, no, not all.
I'm stopping here, because otherwise anything I write will become dishonest.
But, thank you.
And welcome home.
I don't like that you're not away in your little box marked England.
I wouldn't have minded if you hadn't acted worse than you had all those years ago.
If you hadn't actually thought of me, mentioned me.
Because what the hell needed to be remembered about any of that?
And why the hell would you boast about me?
You must need to make up for a lot if I'm the sort of girl to boast about.
Because, let's face it, I'm as plain as they come.
At first it was strange that you were gone.
But then it was bliss.
And now you're here, and you're permeating more than ever.
And I know, know, know that this is a very small world, I see it more and more everyday.
I laughed when you said you couldn't believe I was leaving.
Perhaps you just like to hold on to things.
What you have is what you're worth.
You don't have me.
And never did.
And that was my fault.
And sometimes I wonder if you felt the way about me that I did about my ex.
Fuck, why do you even talk to me then?
So perhaps that can't be right.
I was over the moon when you stopped hating me.
I didn't want things to go back to how they had been, I didn't want to be confused, I wasn't pining for some sort of relationship, I didn't want the fling you were convinced I wanted, I just wanted to be friends.
But for some reason I never see that happening with you.
Well, maybe when you grow up.
But even thought you're older than me, I expect that to be in a very long time.
And I don't believe in fate, but I think I believe that things happen for a reason, and even if they don't, good things come from them.
I could only think of you with regret for a very long time, but now I am very glad.
I learned a lot about myself.
And I don't think you were such a bastard, after all.
Even if people warned me numerous times and everything was basically hidden from everyone I knew.
No, no, you could be a pretty cool guy.
We had some pretty nice chats, eh?
Turned out that under that exterior you could be quite deep.
And I think I believe all the things you said.
Well, no, not all.
I'm stopping here, because otherwise anything I write will become dishonest.
But, thank you.
And welcome home.
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