i really fucking hate you mom. You don’t see how much everything you do drives me to a farther point in insanity.
I really fucking love you.
I never realized exactly when it was that I fell in love with him. Maybe it was when he smiled, or when he shouted my name from across the school or the way he made awfully perverted jokes, or the way he could read my mind, or the way he ate his Chex Mix, or the way he teased me with his tongue piercing, or the way he told me how much he loved her, or the way he made me smile, or the way he walked, or the way his name seemed to pop up in Facebook applications and strangers’ lips. But that doesn’t matter now, because he will never know how one simple smile of his could make my day shine a little brighter. Because all of this things that happen to me with him, happen to him with her.