--Tweek's pov-----

I know he doesn't like me like I like him, but I just can't stop needing him. I found myself in the boys bathroom.

At first, when we broke up, I was so depressed. I was trying to figure out what it was that I did wrong.

Was I just not good enough? Did I do something wrong? Did he just use me? Did he finally realize that I was a freak?

I started to hurt myself. I stopped eating as much and started cutting.

That was when Kenny came in. He said that he could help me with my problem. He said that all we had to do was make Craig realize that I was good enough.

He said I needed to act like I didn't care that he broke up with me. And that I had to also make him jealous.

I asked him how I could make him jealous, no one would want to date me. Then Kenny said that he would date me.

And that's how I got to my current situation. Within a day - seriously a fucking day - I found out that he was cheating on me.

It made me mad. Any rationally person would be, but... I'm just using him. Do I really have a right to be mad at him?

I decided the easiest thing would be to pretend I didn't see him. That I didn't know.

Now, Craig knew that I knew. At least, he thinks I just found out.

I figured that Craig didn't care enough to follow after me. After all, he 'could do much better.'

I try to wipe away the tears, and compose myself, but it doesn't work very well.

Then, I hear the door open.