It’s now 1:15.. Sleep is impossible and I feel stuck in this position.. Hunched in a corner crying harder than I’ve ever cried in my life. I’ve had a lot of people tell me I’m too good for you or it will get better or even don’t cry over a stupid boy. I broke up with you so of corse you probably think I’m perfectly fine and happy. Wrong. I’m miserable at best.. I spend most of the day staring at walls, ceilings, and happy couples thinking “stupid, idiot, if you hadn’t of been so uncaring you would still have that.. He did care but you being the stuck up brat you are felt like you had to have his attention 24-7. ” anyways when you told me you were sad and I ruined your life I knew that wasn’t really correct. I knew instead you would find a prettier, smarter, better girl and I had ruined my own life.
I love you.. I really do but you’re killing me.. I’ve cried myself to sleep way too much lately.
I know I’m not the girl you wanted, that’s obvious.. I’m sorry I’m not as pretty or funny or smart as she is.. I’m sorry I don’t have the ability to make you smile. I’m sorry