i know that it's going to take time but i really just want to feel better now.

one second i'm fine.

next second i cry.

next second the thought of anyone else makes me sick.

next second i hate everything.

next second I want you to just regret it all and call me.

next second i stalk all the boys i want to pash.

then i think up a million different sneaky plans to get you back.

but you've never changed your mind before. and i'm not special enough to an exception.

such a fucking cliche, the first heartbreak is the hardest.

i have so many things i want to ask you, so many things i want you to think about, so many things that i should have said when it happened. but my tears stole my courage and my voice.