I'm happy, but I'm sad. I'm excited, but I'm nervous. i want to die, but I don't. I love you, but i hate you. I'm tired, but I'm not. I'm fine, but not really. I can't talk to you, but I can't not talk to you.

Fuck a boyfriend. That shit don't ride.

It really sucks that this is all being thrown at me. Thanks for sharing my personal business, like who I've had sex with. I'm glad I didn't tell you much, even though you swore you could be trusted. It's sad. I'm not even mad, I'm disappointed.