He's Mine

Tyler thinks that I don’t know he’s fucking my boyfriend. He sits across the table from us at lunch and twirls his stupid greasy ass hair in his index finger, while speaking solely to Julian and I want to kill him. Seriously. I’m not even joking. I want to stab him over and over with a dull knife. I hate him so much. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!

And JuJu isn’t any better. But I don’t think I can hate him. When I think about how it’s not just Tyler’s fault, and that JuJu is the one cheating on me, it makes my heart hurt too much. I know it’s dumb, but I’m dumb, and it feels so much better to just hate Tyler.

Anyway, like I was saying, Tyler is fucking my boyfriend and I want to murder him.