I wish I wasn't such an emotionally manipulative bitch, I wish I could show you I changed but you're with someone else and you look happy. My Dad said you couldn't talk to me till I was 18 and the night I turned 18 I waited up all night for a message from you. It's so sad to admit, I tell everyone I'm over you but I'd give anything to get you back. I deleted my Facebook so I couldn't see you with her. Your happy faces on your wall. I haven't been happy since you left and I hate you and myself for the fact you find happiness so easy.