Dear Charlie,

I don't know but I think I have to say this to you once and for all.
I'm starting to move on, from you. Even though we're not that close (as you said), and even though we really did note have a relationship, and even though I only like you for some weeks, here I am. Moving on from you.
I realized that I'm stressing myself over you, which is not appropriate because I'm the girl here. I realized that I'm just hurting myself because I always give meanings from your actions, even the tiniest of them feels like nakakakilig to me. I. am. not. a. dictionary. And I really don't want to be hurt again, like I'm feeling these past few days.
Yes, I know. Feelings confuse me. MY OWN FEELINGS. Because of you.
I want to tell you that I wanted to forget you. I feel delighted whenever your name stays on my  chatbox. But I know it won't last forever. I always feel sad at the end because we all know that you can't stay up late. And the only reason you log in every day is because of Erica. Another girl, somebody else. I know I'd be hurt again and again, and so I wanted to distance myself from you even though seeing you from far away with her tears me.
I don't wanna talk about you anymore. But here I am, still typing every word I badly want to say to you every day.
I wish I'd be as beautiful as her. I mean, I wish I am beautiful. I wish I have this beauty that everyone could appreciate. That no man could ignore of whenever I passed into him. So I could easily feel loved. Adored by everyone else. Admired by you, and could possibly act easier because people would love every single thing I do without exerting too much effort.
You've been such a jerk since I've met you.
Please, stay out of my mind.
I don't wanna think about you anymore.
You're such a mess.
Liked you and now wishing of forgetting,
Chloe