Confession #11: I am on the verge of the biggest mental breakdown of my life. I can feel it building up inside of me. I know I'm going to explode on people I shouldn't. But that's life, I guess.
Confession #12: I'm pretty sure I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life. I haven't dated anyone in ages, nobody will date me, and I'm constantly rejected. I also let the love of my life slip away through my fingertips. Being alone forever can't be too bad, right?
Confession #13: I care about you. Oh wait, you already know this. But my feelings for you go in weird patterns, like a rollercoaster. One day they're there, and then they were gone, and in this moment of time, they don't know where to go; they're stuck in a neutral state. I'm tempted to stop caring about you (and the love of my life), because I usually waste my time and make a fool of myself expressing my feelings for people who just don't give a shit. Don't worry, it's not you, it's me.
Confession #14: I feel that we have drifted apart and that you have replaced me. That's okay I guess.. I'm ok alone.