I don't think I can(ever hate you) breathe properly anymore. You just don't get it-I don't think you ever will-why I did what I did. Girls-whodon'tcareaboutappearance-won't like you because you're dead inside. "Girls won't like me because they think I'm a psycho". That's a laugh. You were already emo to them. I feel(like crying, great) so worn. "Good-bye" is the only thing I could've said. Since you hate me now(which I thought would happen but I didn't-thinkitwouldhurtsomuch-want it to), I can't give you all those-stupidsentimental-things. It didn't help you at all, did it? And I can't cry(because then everyone will worry about me) even though I want to. So, I'll hold my head up high(yeah right) and lock these feelings in a box, because I don't think I can be like this for very long. I guess I have to add you on my list of-exfriendswhohateme-people who I can't ignore but can't talk to. I'm sorry I "ruined your life".

A/N: You finally succeeded in making me suffer. "Are you happy? I'm giving up on trying to help you" chokes I need to relearn how to breathe...My heart hurts.