if i just hadn't had such a quiet life of being busier and focused on myself, my boyfriend wouldn't have found all my messages creepy and he would still be into me. if i hadn't been so boring he wouldn't have left. now it's over, i can't talk to my best friend, he doesn't care about me think about me he doesn't give a single care. if i hadn't of been like this, he would still be my boyfriend. why did i ruin this? now I'm all alone and my worst night mare has come true. this is just unbearable I'm hating every second of every minute of my life