I swear this boy drives me crazy. I was mad. So fucking mad. I don’t even know why. Okay I do know why. He won’t open up. He gets mad at me when I ask him certain questions that he doesn’t like. But I want to know. It drives me crazy. I get mad. I cry because of how pissed off I am. I think about going out and doing some wild crazy shit that will probably piss him off. Yes I do think about a shit load of bad things that I can do to hurt him. How mean am I? After thinking about all this shit I cry again. Because I feel so bad for even thinking about trying to hurt him. For getting pissed off for no reason. This boy drives me crazy. I swear. I love him. But I’m still pissed off.