don't feel obligated to listen to anything i say. or read anything i write. in fact. bleh. "at least someone loves you" or cares enough about me to pretend to love me so he can get in my pants. true love is chris letting me go. is jessica holding me when i cry. is my mom worrying every night when i'm not home. don't talk to me about love, esp. when i wish that everyone would just forget me. the people that really love me know. and stupid people pretending they love me just makes it mean less for those who truly do...