We only have what we remember

Madison. 17. North Carolina. Happily yours.
100812.

Maybe I’m over thinking but fuck it.

You told me when you fell out of love with her, you stopped wanting to hang out as much and you didn’t answer her calls or whatever.
And lately you’ve been coming up with excuses to why you can’t see me. I get you have your own life and shit but to me two hours with you isn’t enough.
Maybe I’m too attached and maybe I shouldn’t be. Because this always happen. I always end up caring more, and the other just stops. And I don’t understand what the fuck is wrong with me because in my head nothing is going right, and probably in yours nothing is going wrong.
I feel like crying and puking because I’m so overwhelmed and I waited all day to see you, and was treated like shit at work and I just wanted to lay down with you and now you won’t even answer my calls.
And you’re probably just fucking sleeping and this is all in my fucking head which makes me more mad. Fuck it whatever.
I need to change I really do. I don’t know if I should care less or try doing other things with my life? I don’t fucking know. Whatever. Fucking hate myself I’m dumb ha k bye.

I wish I could stop eating.