Well things happened. We broke up about a month or so ago. I am broken, quite a bit honestly. I still love him. I don't know if he loves me still... I broke up with him because we weren't able to talk much. I started feeling lonely... I still do. I've tried moving on, but it doesn't work like that when I was dating the guy that I am meant to be with. Him and I are meant to be, I know we are. I think he knows too, but I don't know for sure. I miss him. I wish I could still call him mine, but he had moved on. He is dating my best friend. I am happy for them, but I am jealous to be honest. I think my best friend reads this book as well. I am sorry for you having to read this. I am very sorry. You aren't meant to be reading this chapter, but if you are, I am sorry that you know about my feelings toward your boyfriend. I love him with all my heart. I'm sorry if this made you mad, or if it made you hate me. I understand if you don't want to talk to me again after reading all of this cheesy shit. I am used to being left alone. I am used to being thrown away like I am some piece of trash. If you decide to leave, don't tell me, just leave. If you tell me, I will try to get you to stay.
That's all I wanted to say,
JJ
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No FicciónThis is a memoir for part of my life that is still occurring. This is kind of like a journal. So read if you wanna know more about me
