I'll be waiting for your heart.

You're doing our thing.
With her.

The thought of you and her is bearable. But when I think of you loving her more than me, or being as comfortable with her as you were with me?
I die a little inside.

You didn't reply to my message.
Why?
'I was talking to her.'

As you sleep I curse my slow reflexes. I await your reply to my stupid, stupid question.
'So you guys talk on the phone now?'

Could I be more transparent?

But you're stupid. You might not understand.

But obviously, you most probably will.

I thought I was done. Or at least- almost there.
But I suppose it was just because of the false sense of security you unknowingly lowered me in.

I don't understand.
I just don't.
How could you?

I would do so much for you.
I loved you.
True love.

if pathetic had a name.

Failures: Bad grades, bad harkatain, bad body, bad smells, bad work ethic. Disappointment.

I thought I would always have him, like a tattoo. Oops. I thought wrong.

I'm sorry but, I've gotta be strong, I have to leave you behind.

But its easier said than done.

They say time heals. I was skeptical- but I'm not anymore. It still hurts, but its not this all consuming grief threatening to kill me.

Now its just this bad feeling in my stomach, a dull ache somewhere deep within me.

Hes with her now. He literally does not want to talk to me.

Hes a smoooooth criminal.

I love Glee. Its so bright and bubbly and fun. It has good music, and funny bits. Its nice.

Are you okay, Annie?

I DONT KNOW!

But, whatever.