I’m reading these as if there new to me, as if I didn’t write most of them. I wonder what you would do if you new it was me. I care about you I do, but I can’t relax around you. It always seems as if I need to be prepared to hear that you were cheating on me or that you betrayed my trust. I remember on Halloween night you said you wanted to go home so I took you home, you said you didn’t want me to kiss you so I didn’t. I didn’t do anything. Then a week later you’re yelling at me for not giving you enough attention or that I’m talking to my friends too much. Like you said, I’m not the problem, you are.