I'm listening to the mix you made me for my birthday, and thinking about you and him, and how you told me you loved me, and how I believed you and thought that I was so in love with you as well. And how you both made me feel so beautiful, and how thoughts of you used to fill my mind the whole day and how it's happening again now. I'm so scared of hurting. I can argue both ways; I could not give in and protect my heart, or I could go for it and enjoy him while it lasts, but ultimately it always ends that I'm scared of hurting because I don't want him to go away and forget about me, after I give so much.

Ming told me yesterday that you were a jerk. I just laughed and shrugged and secretly agreed.