Eve.

You know what? It sucks to know that there is actually something that might break us up and know what it is but not be able to do anything about it because that thing is me. It sucks to know that the reason we fight is not her, it's not your relationship with her, it’s me and the way I can’t stand that you lied to me about her and about your relationship and how you don’t respect my perspective about you (plural).

She is so pretty and so your style and not spoiled and weird and annoying like you say I am and honestly I don’t think it’s fair to you that you don’t get to be with a girl you can’t find any flaws just because you’re with me and I’m sure that girl is not me, it’s her.

At first I was mad because she kind of felt like me, so she could be your type or something, but the worst part is, she is so much better than me it’s ridiculous to say that we might be similar. For starters, she’s skinny and pretty and she gets along with your friends perfectly and she sings (what the fuck by the way how can someone be that amazing) and she is so independent and stylish and vain like I could never be because I just don’t have that time and you like her makeup but don’t like mine.

She’s wanted by everyone around her and your friends love her, whilst they couldn’t care less about my presence anywhere, it’s not like I bother them because I just don’t think they care enough for that. And that’s exactly how I feel around you when she’s there, it’s like, if you could have dated her, you would never even come near someone like me, she’s everything you wanted and I’m like a consolation prize and you can’t even admit that or pretend like you don’t think she’s perfect. In fact that’s how you behave about everyone but me, everyone is perfect and not spoiled and not weird or annoying but me, I’m all that.

I’m  just some girl you found and was able to stick around and I don’t know anymore if that’s not how you feel now that i can barely see my keyboard because my eyes are so full of tears.