All I want is for you to be honest.
Be honest with yourself.
Be honest with me.
It's ok to need help.
You're not alone in this.
I'm with you.
Always.

You used me.
You lied to me.
You made me feel special, but now you make me feel sick.
You hurt me.
And how dare you ask me, "What's wrong?"
You know exactly what you did. It's what you do to every other girl.
Make them feel important, say all these sweet things to them.
Then, when the girl gets attached, you just act like nothing ever happened.
Like all the 2:00 am conversations meant nothing.
You made me feel empty.

a.h

I never understood why people determine who they're friends with based on looks.
It's stupid and shallow.
Tall, short, fat, skinny, long hair, short hair, blonde, brunette, blue eyes, green eyes, it shouldn't matter.
None of it matters.

I find shelter in hiding my feelings.
I hate opening myself up,
because then I feel vulnerable....like you'll take advantage of me.
Or you'll reject me,
or that things just won't be the same. But I'm willing to risk it.
I want to be completely honest with you, I want you to know how I feel.
And I am willing to risk everything like  to make you understand
that you mean everything to me, and that my feelings for you are real.

When you're young, you have no care in the world.
You run wild and free.
Your parents would say "Always be yourself."
You think, "How could I be anyone else?"
Then you grow up and see, sometimes it's hard to be yourself,
in a world where people are pretending all the time.
Pretending to be someone that they're not, just to fit in.
Then suddenly, you change the way you dress, the people who hang out with.
They tell you to lose weight, and they told you the quickest way to do this.
You find yourself sitting on the bathroom floor, crying. Thinking to yourself:
*Who am I?

I don't think parents understand how hard it is to be a teenager.
School, sports, work, chores...and then we've got society.
Society teaching us to act or look a certain way,
we have to be this certain size, have this hairstyle,
have these types of clothes, hang out with these certain people.
And if we don't do all of these things, that we're not good enough.
It's not easy growing up in a world like this.
Parents say they understand, but they don't.
They never will.

I wish I could tell you everything I was feeling.
I wish I could let you know I get butterflies whenever I think about you.
That I love every little detail about you.
Your freckles, your crooked smile, your laugh, the way you hug me when you know I've had a bad day,
I wish I could tell you all these things.
But I cant, because your with her now.
She gets to see your freckles and crooked smile.
She gets to hear your laugh, and feel your hugs.

a.h

You don't want me,
but you don't want me with anyone else.
You only want me there when it's convenient for you, when everyone else has left.
I don't get it.
Do I need to be lonely and miserable for you to be happy?




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