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It felt only right that this went back on Tumblr again

How is it that I (or anyone for that matter) actually managed/manage to love your bullshit? Now I know why I had so many people warn me to not date you. Silly me for not listening.

All four in a month. Lovin' it.

I know you're bad for me, and you've hurt me more than I think i could ever forgive, and god knows what you've done in the last 4-5 weeks of being single. But I'm still stupidly in love with you, and I fucking hate it. And every time I drive past your house, and see a new car out the front, i think "Yeah, she's moved on." And that hurts still. I don't know why... You should have left my heart the day you said you never thought about me, or the day you were talking about how other guys were hot, but I wasn't, or the day you told me to fuck off. But you didn't, and I really wish you had, because being without you is like being without the better half of my own sanity.