I loved you. I really did. For 5 years. And I know you felt the same way. But you never did anything about it. So eventually i just asked you out. Funny how that worked. You are only sweet to me over text, face to face, i barely exist to you. If people don’t pay attention to you, you go and sulk, and feel sorry for yourself. I don’t have the nerve to break up with you, because if I did, you’d sit alone playing Black Ops all day for weeks waiting for people to feel bad for you. ATTENTION WHORE. I feel like the man in our relationship. I’m always the one that makes the move. So this has to end. Soon. As soon as possibly possible.
P.S. FUCK YOU