I don’t want to be in love with you anymore. We didn’t work out and I’m trying so hard to get over you but I’m still in love with you. There’s still this part of me that thinks maybe we could work it out at some point. But you can’t just wait for me to decide that. You need to move on too, and I’m so scared that by the time I want you back, you’ll be gone.
I’m scared you won’t change. That things will go back to being horrible like they were.
I’m jealous of every guy you talk to. When I see people flirting with you on Facebook I want to punch them in the fucking face. I still think you’re mine.
I’m too fucking young to be in love. This is bullshit.