It's over, finally. I left him. I don't think I could feel more guilty between the cheesy poems and the roses. I wish I could love him so much but I just can't care about him the same way he cares about me. Our one year was soon too.
I can't believe I almost had sex with him (a different him). His horny face looks kinda like a rat. It had only been a few days what was I thinking. Man was that fun though. I feel so free.
Then there's the third him, I love him. I would date him if I could. He's the only person I could see myself in a relationship with right now. Too bad it's illigal. If it wasn't I'm sure we would be happily in each others arms. To be with him is more then I could ever dream of. Oh Max why must you do this to me. You kiss me and then tell me I'm too young. I can't wait a couple of YEARS! But I'll do my best, for you. Anything for you.

I think I need a break from guys.