I don’t think I’ll ever be completely over you.

This conversation we’re about to have might actually be the end of “us”. I feel so heavy, my heart is slowly breaking.

I hate reading something you didn’t want to see and feeling like your heart has cramps. It sucks.

I shouldn’t care about you, but i do. I should hate you, but i don’t. 

I honestly had faith in you.

How many time did you forgive someone because you wanted them in your life and not because you actually forgave them?

You stopped, so I did too. That’s it.

If i went back a year a go from now, i would never expected to be where i am now. Doing weed, driving, cutting, moving-out for a few months, sneaking out, sneaking people in and out of houses, getting involved with gangs, getting in to fights, more drama than ever before, lying to my family. This is all bad, i wanna stop. Sooner or later i won’t be a virgin. I would’ve never expected this. Never, ever.

I promised myself a year a go i wouldn’t drive untill 15. I would NEVER smoke. Cutting is stupid. Sneaking out will only lead me to guilt and disappoint my parents if they found out. There are no point of gangs. Violence isn’t the answer to anything. I’ll try to not be involved in drama, i won’t tell another lie. 

Whenever i’m out, i have this regret. I’m growing up too fast, i don’t want to. I can’t wait to get out of this bad habit. 

Yeah I miss you. I miss us. I miss having you to talk to whenever I wanted. But I know I have to move on, because this is pointless.