I've been away for ten days and I can't stop thinking about you. I know you probably don't even like me as much, and you've prObably realized it by now. You'll most likely break up with me when I get back. Which is why I'm dreading coming back home, even though I want to go back so much! This is stupid. You probably never even thought about me while I was gone. All my friends said it was stupid too, but I didn't listen because I thought you were different. I've got the book you gave me for my birthday in my bag. I feel stupid reading it because it reminds me of you and the inevitable break up. F***.