I freaking love you.
Jared. I love you. I like you a lot. And I know I sound stupid or even kind of creepy, but I care about you more than I care about my mother. I want you to have a great and happy life. That's why when you went out with that one chick, I was okay with it. Because you were happier with her. And to see you happy was enough to make me smile. I didn't care if it hurt me. You are such a wonderful person. You make people laugh and smile and sing. You inspire me to stnad up for myself. And I love you.
But you're mean. You're terrible to me, and that infuriates me. Why don't you see me? Why are you so f****** selfish? Why pride yourself on maturity if you can't even make an adult desicision to save your life? Why... why am I not good enough...?