jaz talks to me. tells me that i'm to pretty for you to get over. boy, if she only knew. and i feel guilty, you know? talking to her. she told me she was jealous because you were with a girl as "pretty" as i was. and i feel so fucking guilty for telling her our falling apart. you'd probably hate me. you probably hate or you don;t give a fuck about em and that's alright but i need to get it off my chest with someone who knows how fucking difficult you are and it's all okay, i'm going to burn your stuff anyway so fuck you anyway, why should i care