this week.


well lets see.
i don't like all your different personalities. all your different attempts to make people like you. i love you. your a nice (non gender specific pronoun) but sometimes you are too much.

and you, you are just like her. every reason you hated her is slowly over taking you. this boy can't bring you that much joy. i thought you didn't like him anyway.

and well of course you. i don't know if i do anymore.


i'm sorry.