Dear Jack,
I talked to my sister about the urges that I had yesterday. She said they were normal. I say that it's not.
Because you hurt me so bad, yet I want you so bad.
Does that make sense?
You stayed the night last night. I made you sleep in my bad and I took the floor. I still care about you, even your comfort.
You told me that you'll never talk to your boyfriend again. Even said you were going to break up with him. Was that an invitation to kiss you? Because I almost took it as one.
When you left I tore some of my hair out. Nothing new.
Nothing new...
