this is a breakdown.

I used to think you were just a boy and I was just a girl.
You were just a crush in my perfect little world.
(swear, I didn't mean for this to rhyme)

I had my friends, my pride, my popularity, and my life..and then there was you, this ass who I had nothing to do with and no reason to like.
And baby, you swept me off my feet; building me up, tearing me down, loving me, then pretending like I was nothing to you. I'd never felt like that in my life..and I'm sure we went back and forth, giving each other extreme happiness and an overdose of pain.

When we were over, I went months making myself believe that I was chained to your side..that nothing about me was me without you.
And when we finally made up and tried it again, NOTHING was the same. I over-analyzed every flipping situation, and felt as though I had to say everything just right to make you love me. The funny thing was, you were the first guy I felt comfortable being ME around..and I just lost it. It's come to the point where we drifted..there was constant, ear piercingly awkward silence and we felt like we had nothing in common anymore..so it was your turn. You broke my heart this time..We knew someone had to do it, but man, I'd never felt anything like that before. I spent a few hours straight with tears constantly running down my cheeks..they just kept coming, no matter how long and hard I fought them.

But then, something happened. Something I hadn't felt in a long time..this clarity and happiness came to me and gave me hope. I suddenly knew that I could make it without you. No matter how much adoration still existed for you, I realized that I was stronger than allowing a boy to control every last emotion left in my body. I'd finally found the exit to the up and down roller coaster (the Titan! whoooooo! OMGosh, let's go to 6 Flags!) I'd been on for (almost) a year now. (May 23. Think I wouldn't remember?)
I'm free at last.