I hate how you mention this other girl and all these cool things about her. And the thing is, I AM all those things.
Why do you always notice them and never me?
Or is it just that you talk about me whenever I'm not around, so I don't really know how much I mean to you?
I don't know what you think of me, and you never really tell me? Sometimes, I get discouraged, and I hate how you can't just tell me I'm special sometimes.
Because you mean so much to me.
-s1