You are shit. I hate that u r already in love with someone else. We said it was forever. It was bullshit. I dont fucking miss you, are love wasnt real i swear. otherwise you would be with me right now telling me we're meant tobe. But you're not and really i dont care, i dont need you. Im better than all the bullshit you think if me. To be honnest, i hate that mag knows every détail of our minds; it makes me want to Die. You're not worth my love, so why do u bother?