I'm in the bold.
He's in the italics.
"Well, you haven't spoken to me since xmas so I kinda figured you were done wanting to hear from me."
"Yeah, I regret that."
"I usually make it into people's regrets, oddly enough."
"Don't say that"
"I'll say what I want."
YOU LIAR.
I miss you.
I hate you and I'm disposable to you so I don't need you in my life, but I really, really want you.
I know you're bad for me and I know I won't ever actually try and talk to you again or let you talk to me again, but secretly I miss you so freaking bad. It's after midnight and you are the only person I can think of and hell, I just miss you so much.
