Layers. Still.

Hey Bi. You're a fucking joke. I hate you. Still. After all this time. I can't stand running into you. I hate that old conversations we had pop up in my mind. Remember the time we were living together and you told me that my cramps during my period weren't that bad but I just had a low tolerance to pain? You're an asshole. Fucking man telling me about the pain during my period. I have very few good memories of you.