I am the girl who is afraid to admit to her boyfriend that she;

1.) loves him,

2.)hates him,

3.)wishes he would die,

4.)wishes he would go for it instead of denying

himself as well as her,

5.)is somewhat bisexual,

6.)made out with his bestfriend,

7.)saw him with her (ex)bestfriend,

8.)and that he's the only person who makes her feel shaky and ready for him.

I am the girl who's placid little heart beats for the one person who ever cared for her, but still saw her as the little monster that is slowly tearing her apart.