I become irritated at the thought of you now. Why do I keep you in my life? I do not understand the decisions I make. Do you really think I want to hear about how my friends are hot? No, I don't. I'm the fat one out of my friends, I'm the ugly one. Why can't you tell me that I'm pretty too? I hate that I'm not what you want. The fact that I'm not what you want makes me want to change into the person that you do want because you're what I want.
& please don't call me immature. Thank you and goodbye.