who cares

okay i know, all i do is complain about him but yk it's okay. 

i feel like i'm in 8th grade again begging you to talk to me. why do i care? who even are you? 

i just want you to finally be someone i want

be fun and cool and sweet. 

i don't need someone to love either. i am just fine by myself, if anything i thrive. idk the science behind me being so immune to your bullshit. i don't want to be fucked over again. 

please please please please please please please.

idk who cares. i'm a bright young woman who has the freedom to cut you off. maybe i'm over dramatic. but you make me feel crazy. 

maybe i dont understnad you. maybe i'm not supposed to. do you understand me?

do you want to?

you're also just a boy. nothing basically. 

i'm fine you just sent me back to square one.

fuck

okay 

i'll figure it out, bye bye

sad, HB