If you can not care about the fact that we aren't friends, then I'll make the effort to not let that fact eat me inside out.
If you can not reply me, I'll make the effort not to text you again.

Why am I breaking inside? Why do you have to make it so difficult for me? True I did let you down, but is it really neccesary to make it so difficult? Why not just take my heart, and stab it repeatedly? Physical pain ain't that bad, because at least I know it'll all end when it stops beating, I know it'll all be over and there won't be pain no more. Putting up a fake front to show you I'm happy without you is tiring. And now I give up. Laugh over it, it's alright. Because at least my feelings are real. And I tell you upfront. Not go behind your back and ask your classmates whether you bitched about me.