i cant even really describe what i have to say to you. fuck you. but also no, not fuck you. i don’t want you anymore but why can’t i stop thinking about you. you’re not who i thought you were. i guess i just wanted the person i made you up to be, not the person you are. but i feel like i do want the real you, but you’re also never what i imagined it would be like. no one else sees what i see in you. i’m trying to move on but i can’t. why? i hardly know you. why do i feel this way about you? what’s gonna happen next?