I get why my mom says she hates my father, but she still keeps him around. I want to call it love, but it’s not love... It’s fear. Fear of losing people, and the enormous fear of being all alone. It’s terrifying how willing people are to put up with people who treat them like ****. When you're scared, it's easy to believe it's the last time they'll cheat, even though you've said that the last three times.  It's easy to pretend it never happened, even when you've seen the proof.  You want to believe you aren't just one of many.   You want to believe you're special.  You want to believe it's love.
****,
I want to believe it's love.
But, it’s not.
People say love is strong, but I think fear is a little stronger.

I felt so much for you, and it's clear you felt so little for me. Emotionally, you make me feel like ****.

I admire those girls who have their guys "whipped."
Those girls who expect nothing less than the best, and always get it what they want.
Personally, I feel like guys only like me because I'm easy to please.
I don't require fancy dates, expensive things, I don't make guys pay for my food, I offer to drive.
I'm easy.
It's not like I don't want a nice date, flowers, and something a little more romantic than the back of your mom's car.
I accept what I get, and don't ask for more, because I don't think I deserve it.

Quoted from one of my favorite movies  Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower  “We accept the love we think we deserve.”

It was the perfect ending. We were like one of those classic 80s movies. I rolled down my window, and yelled " I love you," and you responded with, "I love you too." Then I waved, and you said, "see you soon." I smiled, and drove away.

Sad little boys.
You reek of desperation.
It felt great to say no.
No, I won't come closer.
No, I won't do it again.
No, I won't kiss you.
No, I will do what I want.
And trust me...
I do not want to do you.