i don't know why i suddenly wanted to cry when i heard you hooked up with her at some party. i don't know why it makes me hurt inside whenever i think of how you would be the perfect guy if you weren't such a slut. i don't know why i'm so scared of you saying no or that you're already going with someone. or why im so scared of asking you. i don't know why i get jealous whenever i think of you hanging out with her. i don't know why and i don't like it.