I must confess that this probably doesn't belong in the "Love" category.
What does a girl like me know about love anyways?
Wow. I must really thank God, and my family, for keeping me alive for 17 years.
I live such a wonderful, carefree and EASY life.
If only I was a wonderful, carefree and EASY person.
I let the smallest things get to me. I can't let anyone in fully. I can't tell secrets without feeling exposed, without feeling like a drama queen.
I can't expect anyone to accept me for "who I am" when I don't even know who I am.
I've got to stop thinking so much.
They've all told me I think too much.
I'm so weak. I talk too much but never say enough.
I never had the guts to say or even ask half the stuff I've been "thinking" about.
Even that text you got was not sent by me.
But evem if it was from me, it would've probably been just as pathetic: "I think I like you."
What an embarrassment.
- Not because I finally tore down my walls for you.
- Not because I made it so obvious that those walls were built specifically for and because of you.
- Not because you responded in exactly half a minute: "Sorry, I don't feel the same."
But because it was such an understatement.
The best and worst 3 years of my life come to an end tomorrow.
Maybe I'll learn to finally forget you.
Maybe I'll learn to finally forgive myself.
It's time to let go.
See you tomorrow.