I hate the thoughts that run through my mind. Why I'm missed, why even care about me, how long have they been together, why couldn't you give me one last chance since I really wanted to prove myself, and a whole lot more. I'm happy for her that she found someone that makes her happy, but I still wish it was me. They're giving it a chance anyways I see. Eh... guess not everyone is meant happiness...
I'm probably going to get rid of the things she gave me. I'm sure she's done the same to get rid of the memories... maybe it'll help things be easier... fuck, if anything I still just want to be friends... but she just refuses to talk to me, as if I'm a fucking plague to her or something... I hate this...
I think I would feel better if I was just murdered here on the spot. It'd be cool if Jeff was an actual murderer. Come into my room and kill me, please. <3 Maybe that'll end my sorrows...