it's kind of weird that I fell in love with you actually. you didn't sweep me off my feet or anything like that. you were a rude, self-centered, inconsiderate *******. you made jokes you'll probably spend an eternity burning in hell for. you woke up late and drove recklessly.
but I scares me because we had so much in common. you only cared about me and what people said about you.  I would laugh at your hell-worthy jokes. we had the same taste in music, and we both wanted to escape everything around us.

I want to write about our good memories. I sit here and think about them, and when I snap back into reality, my heart aches for you. so I don't think I can write about them right now. maybe one day I'll be strong enough to, but I don't think today is that day.