She’s like normal girl. Oh no, not really. She’s hurt. She has a broken heart. She doesn’t seems to be, she don’t like to seem hurt; even when she’s dying. Help me. I need chocolate. Nobody understands her. She’s now ashamed. She’s making the same mistakes. Everything’s a mess. Maybe she shouldn’t be writing this now. I must write this. I need to spend more time with you. I need it. It hurts so bad but I love you. I’m not feeling well. It feels like butterflies. No, it doesn’t. It’s like poison. Shut up. Don’t lie. Love me. She’s confused. Are they the perfect couple? Please be mine. I’ll make you happy.