I’m not trying to be a bitch about anything. Not trying to start no shit.
If you don’t want me to voice my opinion don’t tempt me to voice it. If you don’t want me hating on someone that’s overrated, don’t hate on someone who’s real.
You don’t want me mad? Don’t fuck with me and push me to be the natural brutal honest me.
You don’t like what I say? Idgaf. Last time I checked, I’m in Americas, and there is a thing called freedom of speech. Go back to 8th grade history and learn you’re shit before you complain that I made you mad by voicing my damn opinion.

This is me. I’ll be straight up with you and say the truth even if it pisses you off. Just push me, and I promise you’ll wish I wasn’t so upfront with shit. You’ll wish I wasn’t real.

I know that I mess up.
I’m sorry that I get mad and jealous, and make you feel bad. I’m sorry you’re not always happy with me. I’m sorry that we have problems because of me.

Never in my life have I cried so much, never in my life have I felt a pain like this. A pain that won’t let me do anything, a pain that causes me to just sit there and stare into nothing. With tears in my eyes, but they don’t fall.

There’s a knot in my throat, and I can’t talk. My legs are numb, I can’t get up from where I sit. My heart slows down, and I feel I can’t breathe. But once in a while I get a breath, and I lose it all.

The tears spill, my mind races along with my breathing and heart rate.
And still I sit there, no sound, no movement. Just a girl with a breaking heart.

It’s like the world is crumbling, falling around me. It’s scary. To be in this situation.

Why?

Because I love you. Yes I’m young, but there was a time that people fell in love this young and died old together. There was a time when true love existed, no matter how old you were.

So yes I am young, but I know what love is. I found it.

I love you.