This is just me writing my feelings on a daily basis.
At first I thought I loved him, but at that time I barely knew what love was. Now I do and I don't think I loved you. It's hard to comprehend, but understand I'm busy! I don't have time for you. I'm making High School about my friends. I don't want to make the same mistake my mom did. You are still a boy. You havn't matured and you pick your nose to be questioned by me. You know what? I'm tired of you. I want someone mature.
And that's my message to you, boy!