Tides are changing, and so are we .

Dear Him,

rude. racist . jerk .

i cried over you last night cause you hurt me .

worst than a gash on my arm .

or a rip in my shirt .

it was like a stoak to the heart .

my moods tessilated over my emotions for you .

am i still in love or confused about where im going ?

it ached on and on til i got comfort .

from a boy you care about me,

that wasn't you .

we talked til midnight .

i confessed my sorrow that i held in my heart.

i hate this feeling.

i sometimes hate how im drawn into that situation because of you .

Last night, i finally felt that someone did care about my well beings .

and not my looks; my personality or the way that i dressed .

i thought you wanted the best from me;

but i guess you expected the worst .

you said : " you're a bit too clingy "

i thought : "well i never see you anymore."

five months; it just takes five months .

if you loved me enough, you just could wait for me .

if you don't, i understand .

i can't make everyone love me or appreciate that they had me .

so boy if you stumple upon this note,

think about it .

if you truly love, prove it to me .

cause my friends are; of course, right.

i deserve better than the situation im in .

im gone till friday, so please make up you mind.

love from,

her .