You'll be on vacation soon, and you know what hurts me the most?
That this time, these three weeks that I'll spend crying, lonely, depressed, alone, longing for your return, will actually be a happy time for you. You'll probably go away with him who shall not be named.

I probably won't be on your mind one single time.
You'll be my only thought.

I can't take this any longer. I don't effing deserve to feel this way.
Somebody or something better take me away from this soon. This is hardly a life anymore.