My mom's watching Valentine's Day in the other room. I tried to watch it with her, thought I could handle it.. but I couldn't. I couldn't even go a minute without thinking of you. I remember when we watched it with our friends last year. I started crying and let the room...

Something that I've been trying so hard not to effect me is what you finally told me. I keep telling myself that I have no right to be angry, because I broke a promise. But I keep thinking.. you did too. And I doubt you ever planned on telling me. I planned on telling you today... when you were supposed to come over and work on our choreo. But obviously, it was too late. And now, last night you kept wanting me to hate you or something. For dancing with those girls.. the way you said you disliked. So don't think that I have no clue how your feeling. Because I do know. From the weed and the alcohol and now.. everything you said last night. Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry. I'm trying not to be. I'm trying so hard. In fact, I believe I deserve to get hurt. I deserve to hear all this now. I know I have no right to be upset... but it hurts. And...I don't know where I'm going with this. I guess I just wanted to say that, yeah, I did get hurt.. but I do know that I deserve to be. So... this post was just a whole lotta nothing.

I'm sorry I screwed it all up. But I guess it's good, because now you can never be the bad guy. It'll always be me. I love you Michael... always.