Stupid girl, I should've known.

My stomach is tossing and turning like never before. Of course it is. Stress. Nerves. Anxiety. Unrequited love.

You light up my life.

Instant smile crosses her face.

why do I do these things that I do to myself

I think number twelve is coming to get me soon. I haven't seen him in awhile. I miss him though. I don't know why I'm going on this. I'm nervous. I just know that my stomach will turn the entire time. I know that I'm probably wasting my time, but how much would I regret if I didn't see him one day and it was a mistake.

If you still love me, don't just assume I know.

Why do I love him still? Why does he have the ability to make me feel this way? Why is he the last person I think about before I fall asleep and the first person I think about when I wake up?

He asked me to hang out. He's made some comments. I would drop anything to see him. I don't want to be "that girl". That's not who I am. That's not who I ever was. How does he just melt my heart.

K's solution

"Number 12, I am sorry, but this popping back into my life when it happens to be convenient for you is tearing me apart. I can't do this anymore, and the only way we are going to move on is if we stop talking to each other."

Truth

“@CauseWereGuys: Hi, I'm a girl. I run from guys that want to make me happy and fight for the ones that make me cry.”

Number twelve.

Like fucking clockwork. Every time.

turn around and a month's gone by and you realize you haven't cried.

I'm done hoping we could work it out.
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels, letting you drag my heart around.
I'm done thinking you could ever change.
I know my heart will never be the same but I'm telling myself I'll be okay.
Even on my weakest day,
I get a little bit stronger.

Even on my weakest day, I get a little bit stronger.

I'd rather you be mean.

I'm not going to lie. I'm a little sad number twelve didn't even say thank you.
Somebody please help me move on. I can't keep doing this.