All Your Hopes and Memories

You used to be so self-righteous, y’know? All, ‘me and my girlfriend,’ all, ‘I’m not afraid of being a lesbian,’ all, ‘I don’t care if you think I’m ugly, Sarah doesn’t.’ I kinda felt sorry for you once after Sarah had bitched my ear off about you (‘she can’t kiss worth shit, she’s all about morals and ethics and how we’re really brave and I don’t care, I just want her to shut up and learn how to use her goddamn mouth’) and tried to tell you, and you screamed me out, shouting about how I was so fucking jealous because you had something that was good and right and I didn’t bother after that.

If I’d actually liked you maybe I would have tried harder, but y’know, I didn’t. You were a stuck-up bitch, you couldn’t or wouldn’t listen to anyone and, God, you used to get us all in so much trouble just because you wanted to skive out of lessons to obsess over your perfect girlfriend who hated your guts.

And now she’s finally dropped you and found someone she likes and all your hopes and all your memories of her aren’t worth anything, and I just sit here and laugh, ‘cause in the end you meant nothing to her, and you mean nothing to me, and you mean nothing to anyone.

And it’s just so fucking funny watching you try to convince yourself that she didn’t mean it.