To my girlfriend who is no longer my girlfriend,
I don’t really talk about how I feel. I get it from my dad. We’re both very quiet and introspective and passive-aggressive, I guess that’s why my Mother left him for a while. I guess that’s why you left me. See the thing is, I’m not that big and tough and ‘stud’ish. I’m a nerd from the valleys with a silly haircut and a broken heart. I woke up on Thursday with every intention to come and see you, I had my backpack packed and my jacket on and I was ready to go, but because we hadn’t been talking like we used to I bottled it. Idk, I was nervous and scared so I did what I always do when I get scared: I drink until I think I become invincible. I know its a problem, but hey, that’s something else you can blame my parents for. That’s when I called you, you told me to fuck off and never to call you again. The last couple of days have been weird. I’ve been trying to make you jealous, has it worked? Your friend is trying to get me to call you, I’m too stubborn to pick up the phone. I love you so much, baby, you don’t understand. I saw your Tumblr and I cried. I’m sorry for being so pathetic.