i am going to write this as if it's my own mother fucking diary. if i could go and see you right now, i would. but instead, i am just sitting here wondering about it, and thinking of you. you're probably the person who has made the biggest impact on me. it feels like you don't even care. you were there one minute, treating me like a fucking goddess, the next minute we're complete strangers. i hate it. i know that i ran back to you the first time, but this time i want it to be different. i am not going to run after you again because you taught me a lesson from all of this. i need to be stronger and stop giving you what you want. you're just not the person i thought you were. you're changing into something ugly inside and out. may sound harsh, but it's the truth. i know you will never read this, and to be honest, i don't really give a fuck. but yet, i still love you.
