My feelings are hard to describe, and obviously why should I make them burden you. You’ll never read this anyways. I feel like shit because I’m being treated like shit. Not by you…well maybe a bit. I’m not going to lie I’ve been thinking about finishing this, not because I don’t love you, but because I don’t feel you deserve to be with someone that’s always like this…I’m to blame. Of course though, in the end, I would never in my life be able to bring myself to do that… But maybe I do over analyze things, but I can’t change who I am. I miss the cute things you used to do for me, I miss the actual attention you used to give. It’s stupid how I get upset over little things like that, but it hurts. I hate how you talk to your chick friends like you do, and I hate how you like other chicks pictures. I know your a guy and I know there’s girls out there that are WAY prettier then me, but still. You’re mine. I don’t give a shit who they are. I never want to tell you this because, you’ll think I’m crazy or overprotective or some shit, so I guess I’ll just suck it up.