I miss the way things used to be.
I hate the way things ended.
I wish we didn't have to change.
But in the end,
I know it was for the best.
Because now I'm in a good spot,
and I'm a good person.
Yeah, I've made mistakes.
But they've made me into the person I am.
And I would never give that up.

Please, PLEASE tell me what's going on.
I'm begging,
I'm pleading,
I'm performing every act the synonyms of the above words portray.
I have no fucking clue where you stand.
I'm confused, and I think you owe me more then you tend to give me.
I bend over backwards to make you feel loved.
I avoid my own feelings in attempts to spare yours.
You choose her over me, and frankly, it pisses me off.
I'm sorry you get hurt, but you're the one who keeps going back.
I understand it's complicated...
I've been in your exact position before...
I can help you...
But you have to let me in.
I hate this guessing game you put me through.
I thought that if I told you exactly how I felt you would return the favor.
I guess not.
I'm still that naive, little girl that wants too badly the one thing she can't have...
Aren't I?
I could ask you a million questions,
but you'd just shut me out.
I love you.
You're a great person.
But you piss me off like no other.
Just let me in!
Let me in, and we could be perfect.
You're perfect.

The last thing on earth I want to be is an inconvenice.
I don't want to get in the way of who you are,
or who you're becoming,
But I do want to be a part of it.
You drive me to the brink of insanity,
And just when I feel like jumping out of the car,
You take a sharp U-turn and I end up back in the passenger seat waiting for the next go-around.
And I honestly wouldn't have it any other way.
We're not each others' number 1... or 2... or even 3,
But I can tell you right now, you make me want to change that.
We've never really hung out, we don't tell each other everything, we only spend approximately 15 minutes a day together, and half the time I can't tell where I stand with you.
I don't know what that means,
But I do know that
In the year and a half that I've known you, you've become one of the most influential people in my life.
You say stuff like "You have to deal with my sorry ass", I have no clue what makes you feel that way,
and I don't know what that means, but I think you deserve more then you give yourself credit for.
You have the power to make or break me with two or three words,
So by telling you this I've automatically set up about 4512345 ways that I could be screwed over in the end.
I trust you, though.
So with all that said, and my dignity already on the line,
I think you are the most perfect piece of imperfection that I have ever seen,
and I don't want to lose you...

I hope you know you broke me.
I thought I was broken before...
Now,
Now I just feel useless.
Your girlfriend wasn't good enough for you then?
You had to come begging from me.
That's pathetic...
You're pathetic.
A few nice texts won't get you into my pants.
I have more dignity than that... maybe you should too.