This is ridiculous. I’m in another country and am thousands of miles away from you and I shouldn’t be thinking about you. Shouldn’t be missing you. Shouldn’t be rereading our messages over and over trying to figure out what those stupid smiley faces mean and the kind words you’ve written to me mean. They probably mean nothing. But here I am over analyzing every single fucking thing and constantly having you enter my thoughts. It’s ruining my England experience. You are ruining my life. You befriended me when we were young, fell in love with me in high school, broke me in December, and here you are trying to do something with what we have left of this, this whatever mess this is. What the hell is going on in your head? I’m freaking myself out and over analyzing everything and I should be having the time of my life and here I am mind fucking myself. Get out of my head. Stop ruining my life.