Fuck fuck fuckity fuck, I'm pretty sure I just single-handedly ruined one of the best friendships of my life, I shouldn't have told him that. I don't know why I even brang it up, it wasn't even necessary! I think curiosity got the better of me again, but like they say, curiosity killed the cat. Clearly this proves once and for all there is something wrong with me. I'm so stupid, why do I have to wreck everything that's important to me?

My emotions are out of control. Every emotion I have is so much more intense than I think is normal. When I’m happy, I feel invincible like nothing can bring me down. When I love someone, it takes over my life and nothing else seems to have meaning. When I’m hurt or upset, it’s like I hit rock bottom everytime. I think I feel too much.

You told me you needed some "single time" but you're already with someone else? I guess you did want a relationship, just not with me.

You’re "in love" with her now but I wonder if you miss me, if I ever cross your mind. Do things still remind you of me? You’re everywhere I look. Do thoughts of me make you smile? I’m probably the last thing you’d ever think of.

"Drain the pressure from the swelling, this sensation's overwhelming."

I hate the sentence “But I still want to be your friend.” To me, it's worse than saying “I want nothing to do with you.” So in the meantime I guess I’ll just be your friend and that way I can see you happy with other girls who aren’t me.

I know I'm going to sound like a total hypocrite, but if you call yourself depressed one more fucking time I am going to stab you.

No matter how much I tell myself I hate you and that I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, I know I would drop everything and come over if you asked me to.