Fuck it.

Oh, fuck, why the hell am I so worried about what the fuck are you going to think about me? I know I'm not felling in love with you. I know that I only miss you like the hell. Well, I just love you so much, but you, apparently, don't care. You just don't care.
Well, whatever. In this new year, I'm not going to care about it. It's a little impossible, I KNOW, but, well, FUCK IT! SUCK MY KISS!

I'm going to hell = true.