I feel like that bastard, Romeo, when his feelings for Rosaline aren't mutual. It's unbelievably pathetic. I, obviously, am not going to crash one of my ex-boyfriend's parties just to glimpse at him, but it'd be nice if I could replace what me and him once had.

I've never been the kind to be a hopeless romantic. In fact, I try my best not to get into things as sappy as that, but this boy stole my heart with his music and his political views.

That, and the thrill of a taboo relationship sent my hardly teenaged heart into a frenzy.

But those days are over now.

And look at where I stand.

Like I said, dearest friends,

how pathetic.