Well, i just want to be straight up with you. I miss you. I thought i’d be fine & over you by now, but i prove myself wrong. I hate myself for caring so much. I know you don’t think about me anymore, and I hate that I still do. I shouldn’t even be tripping since I broke it off, but then again it was you who fucked up. I wonder, where we’d be if I never broke up with you. Probably broken up by now but I miss us. I miss who you were with me. I miss everything about you. I miss biting & hugging you, i miss holding your hand, i miss kissing and pinching you, eventhough you hated when i pinched you.. I wish I could go back and do things all over again if I could, I would.. but I just gotta learn from my mistakes. I hope you’re doing good, I know you are… I hate seeing your bitch ass all happy. & at the end of the day, no matter how bad or how much i say i hate you.. I know i love you. You were the highlight of my 7th and 8th grade year. I feel so fucking stupid for saying this to you, but i can’t hold it in anymore..