you arent mine but i dont think you understand how jealous or even how mad i get when you talk about other girls. i know i should be telling you this, or maybe even i shouldnt, but for now, i will just write this on a sheet of paper that i will forget about but find in a couple months, somewhere around my messy room. i will read it and think i am stupid for 1. thinking you could ever like me or 2. for thinking i would never get a chance with you.
(j.s)
