sometimes.

Sometimes I wonder if I ever meant anything at all to you, if all the chatter was just so you could get laid. Sometimes I wonder if you think about me, if you wonder what I'm doing. Sometimes I hate you. Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes I wonder if you loved me or perhaps if you didn't think of me as a human; merely a toy. Sometimes I regret the things I did, the things I said. Sometimes I wish I was 17 again. Sometimes you're all I think about. Sometimes I almost forget you even exist.