I find the jaws theme mildly appropriate here.

So, the end of summer approaches...
I can't believe I'm leaving him... I always thought it would be me getting my heart broken, which arguably it is here too, but I never thought I would be the one masochistic enough to do it.
And I hate to see him cry.
Every salty tear that rolls down his cheek, every furious blink meant to send them away...rips me up inside a little more...
I can't stand to hurt him...and yet...I'm killing him. Why? Because I'm a stupid little girl who doesn't understand what true love is.
I don't know who I am, and now he has to suffer for it...
Sometimes I really hate myself.
And now I find myself wondering...Why can't love be as simple as it is in the fairytales? I'd take an evil, vengeful fairy/stepmother over this any day. This ripped apart, breaking sensation, the cold dread that fills me every time I look forward and realize...
He's really going to be gone. I'm not coming back...
And suddenly I realize why, even though my plans have been met with scorn and misunderstanding, I planned a breakup at the end of the summer. I needed sufficient time for reality to set in or I'm going to end up right back where I started.
Reality sucks.
And maybe I'm some stupid teenager who has no idea what she's talking about. Maybe I'm some melodramatic princess who has no idea what true pain is.
Laugh all you want. The blackhole in my chest feels pretty painful to me.
And let it be known that...if I don't love him...then...love is impossible. There's no one on this earth I could care more about and feel worse about losing unless it were a member of my own family.
Sorry about the emoness...life kind of sucks right now...