I try to ignore you, yet somehow, you always get under my skin. I see you every day because I have to, not because I want to. I see you every morning and you ended up in one of my classes. You decided to sit right across from me. Thanks a lot.
I find it funny, really. How you can go from hating my guts one minute, to acting like you're my best friend the next. You're only bitter because I decided not to take you back. Can you honestly blame me? You had your chance. I told you it was your last chance, you didn't take me seriously.
Right now, I can't stand you. You always, always, have to be right and have the last say in everything. Literally, everything.
You're a liar, jerk, and a bi-polar moron.
You complain about how much your summer sucked. How you were miserable the entire summer. Guess what, I had a blast. Sure, it was a bit rocky, but that was honestly, only because of the crap you pulled. Though, I had friends to make sure that I got through it.
So take your complaining, whining, and smart comments elsewhere. I don't want to hear it.
