Yeah, I AM happy. And yes, I still do NOT like you. Not necessarily hate, but something along the lines of disgust and regret. Still, every night I leave my phone under my pillow. I want you to call me. I want you to tell me I’m beautiful and you miss me. Mostly, I want to mean something to you, even if I’m the messup in your mind. I want you just to tell me. I’ll wait forever; you still have your ringtone.