T-T

If you don't want to be with me just say so.

Don't keep me hanging on. Don't give me false hope.

I know being upset about you taking me off as your number one on MySpace is silly. But not to me. Not when you always told me I was your number one. That I didn't need to worry. I guess I do now. It makes me feel like I mean less to you.

God, why can't I stop crying?

You won't even freakin' call me.

I wish I could hate you.

It wouldn't hurt so much if I could.

But no. I still love you. More than anything.

You might as well shoot me and get it over with.

At least then I wouldn't have to live with the pain of losing you.

Not that you care about that.