Why the fuck are you talking to me about hot girls. why do you tell me you don't care if i cut and don't eat enough. why do you tell me it's my choice, why do you say you understand that you're going to fast but then you try to put your hands in my bra. I DONT CARE IF THEY'RE JUST "Eye candy" i don't fucking tell you when i see a really hot guy. you don't care, you're going to fast, you don't listen to me, you jsut wanna fuck me, you say "shit happens love, deal with it" so why the fuck is it that i like you? i don't even love you now. i wish you would see everything. you always think evreything is fine. the only reason i haven't stopped everything is becuase your friend matt is lovely and i don't want him to be mad at me, and i've told loads of people about you, and i don't want to have to explain.

you always say things at thewrong time, when i drop hints abuot being unhappy but then say i'm fine and want you to notice, you never do. i don't even fucking know anymore. i don't even fucking know.