Something make my chest stir.

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“Maybe you should go to a doctor and be put on antidepressants.”

How fucking dare you? How could you say that to me? Brandon, I hate you. I loved you so much and you treated me badly, and I was willing to forgive you, but not now. Not after you said that. I’ve been depressed before, and it’s not just something that you throw around like that. I know you hate Alex and you get mad that I am still friends with him, but we dated for two years and I can’t just throw him away like that. I only dated you for a month and you continue to make my life hell. Well this is it.

For a 21-year-old man, you sure act like a fucking child.

If it’s not one boy, it’s another.

I can’t get any peace. I finally get him off of my mind and then you come back and you want to argue with me about him; do you really think that’s healthy? I’m just trying to survive until college. If you wanted me in your life, you wouldn’t treat me this way.

If you can’t make up your mind, how do you expect me to?

But sometimes, I find it possible to forget everything there was. It’s easier that way.

What’s this power you have over me? All you do is look at me, and suddenly I’ll just do whatever you want. And then I end up sitting here, like this, wondering why you are so awful to me. I know it’s my fault for letting you into my life again, but it’s just not the same having you so far away.

Six more months, and I’ll never have to see your face again.