all the time i've wasted...
all the love i've given...
all the motherfucking money i've spent...
all the boys i could have been with...
all the friends i could have laughed with...
all the love i could have had...
that's what hurts the most. i'm sure there will be a day when this won't hurt as much, when i can laugh about it, "haha, those losers, what did i ever see in them?", when i can appreciate the time i had with them, but that time it not now.
now is the time for angst and breaking down in the middle of work and being sent home early by your manager, who never does that, and dropping by ex-boyfriend's houses to punch them and take the rest of your stuff, and some of his stuff that you accidentally threw in your car, oops!
nothing but hatred.