Unsent Messages

Hey,
I am listening to sad songs right now. Every single one reminds me of you and makes me want to cry forever. I am constantly wondering if you're thinking about me back. I doubt you are. You're not right? How do I move on? I have to see you in about a week. You hurt me so much yet I still want you. It's almost like I need you, but I know I don't, right? Ugh, I just keep questioning myself. I feel like you are writing all these notes on here to me but I know you're not. They just match our situation so perfectly. When will you text me? Will you even ever text me again? I don't want to stop writing so I am going to act as if you are reading this and want to know about my weekend. I cried about an english essay A LOT, celebrated my friends birthday, spent my whole bank account shopping in Boston, and drove around listening to music. The driving would be better with you. Just imagine: driving to nowhere, blasting music, and eating McDonald's. We sing until we lose our voices and spill all of our darkest secrets to each other. Then, we do it all again the next weekend. My friends would kill me for going back to you but I'd be so happy if you liked me back the way I like you. I would wear your sweatshirt (that is the color of this message) and maybe steal one or two more;) I have given you so many hints in this message so if by any chance you happen to somehow see this, write me one back. It would mean the world to me.