Dear Boy.

I don't understand you.

The other night you were kissing me and holding me like you never wanted to let me go. Then you go and sleep with MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR. Some girl I've never met. And you have the CHEEK to turn up right outside my house with her, some random slag that I don't care about.

How could you? M chased after you and what was your excuse? "Me and Q aren't going out". That's NOT an excuse. You know how much I missed you over summer? I even subconsciously counted down the days til you arrived... and you do this to me. You haven't even texted or called me. She's probably in your bed right now. I don't even want to think about it.

I'm lying in my bed, alone, crying over you. And you're with her. I know it.

I don't know what to do. I thought you were It. Not The One, that's too extreme. But It. The guy I needed, right now, in my life. The guy who could solve things. Who could mend me. Who could get rid of this aching heart-wrenching loneliness.

This is the second time you've got with some girl whilst we had something going on. I forgave you the first time. How many times can I do it?

I was in the hospital. With my friend, making sure he was FUCKING BREATHING. He was lying there crying about the fact he was so embarrassed at what a state he had got in, and I cried with him. A went flipping mental when he couldn't find me. A nearly tore his hair out. AND YOU DIDN'T GIVE A SHIT. YOU WERE FUCKING SOME RANDOM GIRL.

I think... I think we're done.

I'm writing this at quarter past 4 in the morning. I've had alcohol. I'll probably regret this post when I wake up tomorrow (or today... technically). I'm desperate for some support. I hate you right now.

I hope the next time you see me, I'll weigh a stone less. Then you can see what you've done to me.

Sincerely.

Q x