Today, I looked at you, and laughed. In your face. It was awesome.

It was aweomse because I've never seen you in this light before. Last time I talked to you was 3 weeks ago, August 12 to be exact, and I havent seen you since. Although I would expect that from a coward. You going into hiding and shit. Its in your nature. I didnt actually see you physically, but I saw a pic of you on facebook on a mutual friend's album, and realised why everyone I have ever known always told me that I had bad taste in guys. This time, however, I could see it too. You're ugly. Everything about you is ugly. Your smug look, your 'Im gonna squint in this picture tryna pull off the smoky eye effect' pose, your big upper body and embaressingly time lower half. You have no ass, too much curly hair, and you wear shit that makes you look like a douche. I guess it totally fits your personality. Im dreading the day I will see you again though, but not because Im scared of how I will feel, but because I wouldn't know how to treat you. If it would be up to me, I would be with my friends, having the time of my life, while you were walking alone like the loser that you are and I would look you straight in the eye, and look away as if you and I had never met. But thats not gonna happen - its too good to be true. Anyway, when I saw the picture of you, I laughed. So hard! Because I didnt get the sinking feeling I usually do when I see anything related to you, and I didnt miss you. For once, I didnt miss you.

And if you happen to be reading this, I want you to know something: I hope that one day Ill stop hating you, and wishing you all the misery in this world. I hope one day I will genuinely be happy for you and wish you the very best. But right now, even though I claim to be over you, I still hate you ... but dont worry, Im working on it.