So it's okay to hurt me.

It's been a year and a half, Chaz Farris.
And even though I completely am over you in every single way, it still stings a little knowing we aren't even friends.
Actually, we haven't talked since last summer.
Well, you're still a manwhore, no doubt about it.
But that's always been easily adaptive, even when the boy wasn't you.
But when you just shun me off, my last memories of you aren't good at all.
You make me sick.
Sick.