It all started when you first approached me. You asked me to come with you to a party, so I went and it was the worst experience ever. You got so drunk that you begged me not to hate you afterwards, so I fell in love. And I suppose you’re beginning to see who I really am, and you don’t like it. I’m awkward, and loud, and quiet, and obnoxious, and unstable, and a contradiction. I’m sorry. I watch you move on while I fall harder. I don’t know what to do because I’m falling in love with you while you’re falling out of love with me. I guess I’ll move on eventually … but when is eventually?