i wrote things to you on here out of anger that i didn't mean. you are not, nor have you ever been, the type of person your dad says you are. you are so much better than that. i'm sorry i spoke out of anger when i wrote that. it's hard to be friends with you. it hurts. always wanting more than that. this boy likes me. i can tell. and he's sweet and he's nice and he'd be good for me. but i don't want what's good for me. i want you. and that hurts. because i can't have you.