Since I moved here, we have seen each other a lot. I was hopeful. Then he left one Sunday and cut me off. Why? I do not know. He texted me yesterday about how much he loved me, but I didn't love him, blah, blah, blah. Something is up, and it's either he met someone, or he's drinking again. I hate this bouncy ball. I felt like we might reunite, and then I get dumped. My family is a bunch of snobs, and I don't care what they think of him. They have hurt him, though. Assholes.

He's a drunk, poor, comes from the south side of the tracks, etc. Screw them. But, I guess it's too late for me now, and I feel miserable. I never thought he would stop loving me.