i wanted to tell you what was going on, but everything you've been doing to me lately shows me how much you won't even care or how you won't do anything to make me feel better. i was going to write you a letter trying to explain everything my best, i was going to ask you what you would do if i was put into hospital and if you would come and visit me. but i decided not to, because it would probably all turn around and be all about you again. you're probably one of the most self obsorbed, selfish assholes i've ever met. i always thought you were one of those people i could feel comfortable around. you've come over and seen me in my pyjamas more times than i can count. my make up fucked, hair not done and you still didn't make me feel like a dickhead. i always thought you were one of those people that would always be there when i needed them. you made me feel beatiful, you made me feel amazing. when you looked at me, you looked at me like i was your entire world. but thanks for fucking that all up for me. the thing were talking about this morning? you can go shove it up your ass because you've made me feel disgusting.